My alarm sounded at 7:21 this morning, and I hit the snooze alarm. Before it could go off again, Sherry texted me, "See you soon." I had agreed to meet her at 8 so we could go run at San Felasco State Park. But I don't even get up for work this early. What the hell was I thinking? I dragged myself out of bed, pulled on my running gear, and met at her house. We chatted on the half-hour drive up to the park, and I began to wake up. But just as we turned towards the trails, the sky opened up and it began to rain. Hard. Puerto Rico Hard. I wasn't sure if I could bring myself to get out of the car.
Sherry planned on running for 1 1/2 hours; I was only going to run for about 30 minutes. Filled with more ambition than I had, she took off. I stayed in the car attemting to muster enough will and waiting in vain for a break in the storm. I knew I needed this run. I've been nearly sick by the thoughts plaguing me lately. A story on NPR was enough to push me over the edge that if I didn't go now, I might start breaking things.
I cranked Lupe Fiasco on my iPod and took off. Most of the paths at San Felaso wind though an old oak forest. But I chose to follow the two-track road through a grassy pasture. My brain already felt claustrophobic; I didn't need the trees closing in on my body too. Rain drops ran down my head, my face, shoulders, arms, legs. Before long I was soaked. Yet, it was a calming warm rain, a shower that washed away some of my tension.
I glanced at the pasture with low rolling hills. In the rain it seemed beautifully still. By the time I finished running, my shoes and socks were completely saturated. I removed them before walking back to the car. They only provided a foundation for blisters at that point. Puddles in the road were ankle deep and the soft soil massaged my feet. I reached the car and raised my hands in the rain like Andy Dufresne at the end of The Shawshank Redemption. My run was a small endeavor, but today, adjusting my mindset was a grand accomplishment.
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