So it was misting when I first left the house this morning, early enough that only the garbage men saw me huffing down the sidewalk, grin on my face. The light rain made it feel as if I was close to a waterfall with all of those tiny kisses of moisture. I was carrying my phone in my hand because I needed the GPS to log my distance and time, but I didn't have any protective covering and didn't think I'd need it.

Then it started pouring. I found the nearest bodega, clothes and shoes already soaked through, and asked for a plastic bag with which to cover my phone. That was only like 10 minutes in. My white tee was so wet that you could see my chest hair through it, which I'm sure is really attractive to anyone who might see it at 6:15 in the A.M.

The rest of the run was just glorified peddle jumping. By the time I returned to my crumbling tenement I was light headed, out of breath, and soaked to the bone. It felt great. The shower afterward felt even better.