I had every intention of running yesterday when a saw these Queen Anne's Lace silouhetted against the sun which was nearly eclipsed by a building storm. I took the photo and quickly went home to sit with Harley and watch it rain. I thought about how much of a weenie I am compared to my eldest.
Two nights ago, my daughter and a couple of her running buddies, went for a 'Midnight Fun Run' from Bass Lake to the Flat Top firetower. It rained the entire time and she returned late, soaked, but thrilled.
"It was pitch black. Glad I thought to bring a flashlight," she said.
Then, when loading both her musty running clothes and her work clothes into the washer I was ok again with no longer being 18 and running in the rain. Sure, the 'late night running' whimsical hormones have been replaced by the 'sit on my butt and listen to the rain' variety. However, at least I no longer have to work in a fast food joint and return home smelling like rancid grease.