I woke up this morning, earlier than usual,   to overcast skies and 50 degree weather. Perfect for getting in a nice, long run in to start my day. That way, I could be showered and have a good breakfast made for the kids by mid-morning, and my exercise for the day would be complete which would leave the rest of the day to get chores done and hang out with the family.  I fired up my music on my iPhone and took off, feeling a bit apprehensive about the overcast skies, but knowing that it was perfect weather for an 8 mile run.

I had done so well all week following my scheduled runs calendar and I knew I’d be able to check this one off with no problem.  A few sprinkles started to fall 2 miles into it, and I was still on my way, no worries.  Well, due to my music, I must have missed the chuckle from above before the heavens opened up on me.  It wasn’t torrential, but it was enough for me to cut my 8 mile run to a 4 mile run and make it back to the van soaking wet, shivering, and bummed that I wasn’t able to do what I had planned for myself for this morning.

As I sit typing this, it is now dry outside, with the sun peeking through intermittently and about 65 degrees outside.  Not bad running weather for those that haven’t had their workout yet…

While I should be upset that I didn’t wait for THIS time of day, I’m not.  You see, while it was raining, I was completely alone with my thoughts/prayers, my music, and my God.  Even at Mass last night I didn’t feel this close to Him, He knew that I needed this time and He knew that I needed it to be cut short today.  I currently have more energy and am in a much better mood than I have been in all week, even after sloshy shoes and soaked clothes.

Next time I head out for my “long run” I need to check first to see if I hear laughter from above.