After work, I ran the 1.5 miles from my hotel to a rental car place, only to discover that I left my driver's license back in my hotel room! Doh!
I was supposed to meet friends 20 minutes later for a 5 mile run. I had two options: 1 - suck it up, skip my social run, and make the 3-mile round trip for my rental... OR...
2 - Phone a friend and sweet-talk her into picking my lame ass up off a street corner.
You can guess which option I chose.
(Thank you K!)
So I made it to the run on time.
And we started.
Then the rain started.
I felt one drop.
The rain got harder.
By the last mile, it was almost a joke.
Like the Bishop's golf game scene in Caddyshack.
|"I don't think they heavy stuff is going to come down for quite awhile."|
It rained harder.
Our shoes squished.
Our eyes stung.
(None of us even knew rain was in the forecast!)
On the way back to my hotel, I left a puddle in K's car.
(Which I wouldn't have felt as badly about if it was my rental car! Sorry K!)
And here's the history-books part: When K drove me back to my hotel (less than 5 miles away as the crow flies)... the streets around my hotel were bone dry. Not a drop of rain. Not. One. Drop.
It's like I'm dragging around my own personal rain cloud!
At least it's a run we'll never forget!
When was your last run in the rain?
And am I the only person who forgets really important things like bringing a DL to the rental car place? (I'll bet the clerk thinks I'm a scam-artist!)