Just call me Mrs. Noah.
Today’s training schedule called for an 8 mile Tempo Run.
I don’t tempo under the best of circumstances. As a rule, my regular runs end up being quicker than my tempo runs. I think I get too nervous about them or something. Whatever the reason, my tempo runs generally end up being an epic fail.
Seeing as today is a Monday, that means I call MIL before I run. We chat every Monday morning. We chat a lot! Today’s call was not different. We were on the phone 1.5 hrs. The two of us are talkers so when we get a chance to sit down to business, we’re on the phone for quite a while.
Now, I knew we had rain rolling in today but according to my weather app, the rain wasn’t supposed to arrive until close to 2:00 pm. I had tons of time. No worries.
9:15 am and I headed out the door. My first mile was spot on. Of course it would be~it was my warm up mile and the pressure wasn’t on. I headed on up to Watson Rd to do the tempo miles.
Watson Rd is about the flattest stretch of road we have around us. From one end of Watson to where it dead ends is one mile on the button. Perfect!
I reached Watson Rd. It started to sprinkle. No big deal. The big rain wasn’t supposed to arrive until after lunch. The sprinkles would keep me from over heating. I opened up and started running like crazy.
A glance at my Garmin told me I was spot on for pace. THAT was unusual! I’m always too slow. Hmmm….
Now, a lot of the out buildings along this road have metal roofing. As I was running (at my assigned pace! *I still can’t believe that!*) I heard a lot of noise up ahead. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what it was. Then I saw it.
That noise was the rain. Not a light rain. I mean an immense downpour! This was the kind of rain that if you’re driving you pull over and wait for it to pass. The rain was pounding on the metal roofing and making a bunch of racket.
Well, I wasn’t in a car and couldn’t pull over so I just kept on running. The rain was pouring off my visor. My shoes were squishing and I was only on the first mile! #shootmenow
I reached the end of Watson Road, turned around and opened up for my second at pace mile.
ZOOM!!!
Still on pace. *Amazing!*
Turned around again. Down Watson Road for mile 3 at tempo pace. Still hitting my splits. This has never, EVER happened!
It was still dumping buckets!
On my way back from the end of Watson on mile 4 of tempo pace, the rain lightened up a little bit. I saw a car coming towards me, I pulled over and was running on the side of the road. The car slowed down. It was MFH (My Favorite Husband).
“I saw it was raining.,” he said. “Do you need a ride?” That was very sweet but seeing as it was just rain…no thunder/lightening/hail…I told him I was fine and would be home soon. He waved and drove home. Isn’t he the sweetest!?!
To make a long story short, I hit every. single. split. this morning. Every one! Mark this day on your calendars folks! Don’t know if it will ever happen again. Hahaha!!!
Made it home a soggy mess. While I was running, I was thinking to myself, “Who in their right mind tries to run a tempo run in a monsoon!?!” I guess I do. Hahaha!!!
Duck Weather running at its best!
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