Back in the Saddle

This morning I woke up at 5 a.m. to the pitter-patter of rain outside, and I peeked out the back door to view the drizzle. I figured Erin would (like me) want to take the day off.

Me (texting): Hey - don't want to go in rain, do you?

Erin: I don't care. It's just a little rain. :(

Me (after grousing to my husband, because I don't want to be the wimpy one): Damn ur tough. OK.

Erin: Yep!

And so we went. By the time we started (about 5:20), the rain had stopped and it was a nice, cool, damp morning. We ran five miles and felt pretty good. I would have been upset at myself if I had gone back to sleep.