I love a rainy night

I decided to skip out for a run tonight (just after the Mystics almost came back against the Sun), while it was relatively cool and not raining. Foolishly, I thought I had enough time between storms to get in a run. Um, no, I did not. Jen and Sam accompanied me so I didn't have to feel so skeeved out about running around the pond late in the day, and I made it almost all the way to the end of my run before it started to rain. At first, it was kind of invigorating (and cooling). And then I just felt hardcore, which helped me get through the last leg of my run. And then, whilst Jen and I were walking home, it started to rain in earnest. I mean, really fucking rain, people. And at first we were blasé, like, oh, we can't get any wetter, right? Wrong. You can in fact get more wet. By the time we got home, my capri running pants were dragging to my ankles with the weight of water, and Sam looked like an otter. And Jen and I could not stop hysterically laughing.

As we dripped all over the hallway, Jen asked me if I wanted to take a shower first, and all I could say was, "I'm tired of water right now."