I thought the rain had passed when I stepped out for a run this morning, but was lucky enough to get completely drenched at about 0.7 miles. Thank goodness my new camera is waterproof!
I don’t mind running in the rain too much. The paths are less crowded because all the wimps stay home. When you pass another runner, you exchange looks that say, “yeah, we’re badass.”
I got used to rain running when I studied abroad in England. I lived in this bumpkin town called Norwich and got to run on muddy trails through pastures and forest. Since it’s England, it was always raining. But still really pretty. One of my favorite trails across the pond:
I spent a lot of time outdoors and at pubs when I was in Norwich. One reason was because I lived in a shoebox. My room was approx. 6 square feet. See that nice wallet on my desk? Some Spanish thief is probably still cashing in my collection of punch cards and coupons. Luckily I had no money while I was abroad so he only got about $50 when he stole it on the metro.
In England I also developed a love for tea. It’s been two years since then, and though I do enjoy a cuppa English breakfast I have started dating an Australian/Italian which means I wake up shaking for this.
That’s my lovely Bialetti in the dark morning hours! Did you know espresso actually has less caffeine than drip coffee? Who knew.
A rainy Monday, huh? Luckily I’ve got an afternoon with Salone to look forward to!