I had every intention of running today. I really did. Portland has been blessed with sunnier than usual skies this February (the month usually only gets 2 sunny days!). After nearly a week of sunshine this month we knew our deal with the devil here had to end sooner or later right? Just check the 10 day forecast for Portland – see any sun in the next 10 days? Nope. Not likely!
There is something about 40 degrees and rain that just makes me feel miserable down to the core. Am I wimp? Perhaps. I’d really rather have 25 and sunny than 40 and wet. Even after a 40 degree rainy run I feel miserable. Runner’s high? Nah.
On my way home I snapped this picture as I shivered in my car waiting for the heat to kick in. I could help but think of all the firewood we still have and how a cozy fire seemed much more inviting than a soggy run.
The fire won.
Now I’m warm and cozy but not running. Ahhh.. Portland… I know a large part of our happiness in any given situation is how we choose to respond to it. And don’t get me wrong – I am mostly happy and many things in life are just plain awesome for me. I just can’t seem to get past the whole running in the cold rain (and on the road) really sucks attitude. It’s got the best of me for sure after 2 winters here in Stump Town. My boss and I were talking today about how all the best beer is made in places that have crappy weather. Portland? Microbrew capital of the world. Los Angeles? Nary a microbrewery to be seen in a city that is bazillion times larger. You have to cope with those dreary days somehow right? Pick a place with lots of breweries and I’ll show you crappy weather. Pick a place with great weather and you are unlikely to find lots of breweries. I think it’s just a natural part of the universe.
Well… I gotta go. The fire is warm and a beer is calling my name.
Happy Running & Dirty Feet,