I just went for a run in the rain to put my laundry into a dryer.
I ran, did the laundry business, ran back.
I've got no hat on, and open top shoes, and my forehead and socks are sopping it up. And my glasses are all speckled with water which just make every light become a gigantic star in my face. And it's kind of cold and that feels so good! I've got this added bonus, a gifted pashmina scarf keeping my neck all soft and warm while the rest of me is tickled with big ol' sloppy April drops. And theres totally an IPA in my belly and rain on my face and the speed of my jog reminds me that it's spring and that I can run and that I can move and life is so freaking good!
How glorious it is to run in the rain!
And then there's this thought that comes to my mind:
"'Running in the Rain, Running to Stand Still!' I should post that as my Facebook status when I get back."
At this point I can actually see my house.
At this point I can actually see my house.
What!?!?! I'm running in the fucking rain, and it's AWESOME and I'm all chilled out on hops and spring and love of life, and i've got STARS like crazy in in front of my fucking EYES, and now I'm thinking about Facebook and status updates with U2 references! "Oh, there's my house where I can (and have to) tell the world, on Facebook (because that's the world, right?), how I am So living up life.
Living it up so much that though I resisted updating my status on Facebook, I did pause to write this blog.
Viva, friends, fucking viva.
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