I have been jogging — I was calling it running, but Trombone, age 6, was kind enough to point out that I don’t actually RUN — on the regular for almost two months now. Usually I go on the mornings that Fresco is at preschool. I do a thirty minute tour of the neighbourhood, work up a good sweat and come home. This time has become a very important part of my mental health maintenance and though I may or may not ever get past 5 kilometres or thirty-some minutes, being able to go up and down hills without expiring is something I am proud of.<\/p>\n
There are a lot of hills in this neighbourhood. Sometimes I think I would like to live somewhere flat, just to see how far I could go on flat terrain but then I remember my horrifying ‘flat terrain in rural Ontario with deer flies chasing me” experience from the summertime and I would gladly take hills over bugs that like to eat your sweat. Any day of the week. I choose hills. HILLS, I SAY!<\/p>\n
Speaking of sweat, this week I did my first jog of the season in the pouring rain. Now, some people will tell you that sweating\/heating your body in the rain will make you sick but a) I was already half-sick, have been for weeks now and b) I am not one of those people who believes in the sweat \/ cold voodoo. Even if today I am sicker than I was at the beginning of the week. Shut up. It’s my sinuses, which flare up like fireworks every year at this time. (pew! pew! crackacrackacracka! pew!)<\/p>\n
Anyway, I am here to recommend jogging in the rain over jogging in the stupid, hot, sweat-inducing sunshine. Suck it sunshine. We don’t even WANT you back. *sob*.<\/p>\n
Why #1: You know when you pass other people on the street, many of whom are also jogging, some of them RUNNING even, and you have to do that whole “do I say hello \/ is there a jogger wave \/ I can’t breathe so I can’t really smile right now \/ but it’s rude to just look away \/ oh he’s looking away \/ fine then, asshole, look away \/ what am I some kind of LESSER jogger? I don’t warrant even a smile? \/ fine, screw you.” thing? <\/p>\n
I hate that.<\/p>\n
In the rain, there are 90% fewer people out on the street to do that thing with. And, this week when my music player ran out of battery power, I could carry on a very nice conversation with myself, as I jogged, in the rain, without anyone calling the nice policepeople on me. In the sunshine, the park would have been full of go-getter running types who would have shamed me into carrying on my internal conversation, well, internally. <\/p>\n
It’s better out loud because then I can pace myself and not expire on hills. And because also I like the sound of my own voice, see also: blogging about it.<\/p>\n
Why #2: You may or may not BE totally hard core, but you certainly feel that way with rain dripping off your nostrils.<\/p>\n
Why #3: You’re going to shower anyway, right? Well if you’re me you are. The wetter the better. (TM)?<\/p>\n
Why #4: In the sunshine, there are hazards. Once, I got stung by a wasp on my foot while I was jogging. Once, I was blinded by the sun and nearly ran into a house. Those things have never happened to me in the rain. <\/p>\n
Why #5: Thirsty? Just lick a tree. I have done it. Can’t do that in the middle of summer. Without tearing your tongue off and looking like a person who has eaten too much glue.<\/p>\n
Is it raining? Do you have shoes? Go out in it! Lovely.*<\/p>\n
* unless you are in hurricane country, in which case, sit on your couch and enjoy a beverage and some chips.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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