{"id":56,"date":"2013-02-09T07:16:53","date_gmt":"2013-02-09T07:16:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/?p=56"},"modified":"2013-02-18T06:09:01","modified_gmt":"2013-02-18T06:09:01","slug":"im-weird","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/?p=56","title":{"rendered":"I&#8217;m Weird&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I realize this about myself and I am completely comfortable with it.\u00a0 I have lots of quirks.\u00a0 Lindsey quirk #1- I absolutely refuse to eat carrots, but that\u2019s really beside the point.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s no big secret that runners are kind of a different breed.\u00a0 We enjoy things like running 26 miles at one time.\u00a0 We thrive on the excruciating pain of pushing ourselves to the point of puking. We say things like, \u201cThis Gu is delicious.\u00a0 It really tastes like peanut butter.\u201d And being halfway through a 20 miler when the sun just starts to show itself on a Saturday morning, when the rest of the world is sleeping, is exhilarating to runners everywhere.\u00a0 But <b><i>my<\/i><\/b> absolute favorite?\u00a0 Going out to run in the rain and getting soaked to the skin.<\/p>\n<p>On race day, I am thrilled when it\u2019s raining. \u00a0I watch the 10 day forecast, celebrating as the chance of precipitation rises. \u00a0I\u2019ve always said I do my best work in the rain.\u00a0 Every race I can think of that I\u2019ve run in the rain, be it a light mist or a heavy downpour, it usually ends with a PR.\u00a0 There is just something about the way the humidity opens up my lungs and I find my mojo.\u00a0 I stay hydrated.\u00a0 But I think more than anything, the rain makes me put everything else aside and just say\u2026I\u2019m out here getting wet, so I might as well go for it, no holding back.\u00a0 Something about willingly going out fully clothed with the intention of getting drenched makes me feel a little bit like a badass.\u00a0 And if I\u2019m gonna label myself as such, I need to prove it.\u00a0 So, I lay it on the line.<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday, I spent the morning at work, watching the rain fall outside, counting the minutes until I could run the hills of Babler.\u00a0 I got there with exactly 50 minutes until I had to pick my kids up from school.\u00a0 School is about 12 minutes away. I had 38 minutes to run the 4 mile loop. No problem. I jumped out of the car into a steady fall of rain, and got after it. I finished in 33:45, with time to spare. But as I ran in the dampness, it made me think back to some of my favorite running in the rain moments\u2026<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>Mile 9 of the 2008 Chicago half-marathon\u2026The Jars of Clay song \u2018Flood\u2019 came on my ipod. \u00a0At that point it felt like it had literally been raining for 40 days and 40 nights, so I had to laugh as I sloshed through puddles that left my Mizunos wet for a couple days afterward.<\/li>\n<li>Running past the brewery during the 2009 GO! St. Louis Half-marathon, tipping my head up to the sky and letting the rain fall on my face.\u00a0 I remember smiling\u2026right before I almost gagged on the stench of stale hops.<\/li>\n<li>The Bridge the Gap half-marathon in 2011\u2026or was it 2010\u2026it rained the whole race.\u00a0 That was the first time I learned what I was really capable of in the rain. I was rewarded with a finisher\u2019s medal placed around my neck by Jackie Joyner Kersee.\u00a0 She high-fived me and laughed as I announced, \u201cIt\u2019s a PR kind of day!\u201d<\/li>\n<li>At Mile 3 of the 2011 Dallas Whiterock Marathon the skies opened up and dumped on us for 23.2 more miles.\u00a0 When I crossed the finish line of what was very possibly the most emotional race of my running career no one could tell I was crying.\u00a0 That race is still my PR.\u00a0 3:47:11. If all goes well this year, that number is going dowwwwwwn. \u00a0By about 7 \u00bd minutes.<\/li>\n<li>Walking back to the hotel in Quebec City after my full marathon was cancelled in August of 2011 because of Hurricane Irene.\u00a0 Ok, so, maybe this one wasn\u2019t such a favorite at the time, but I sure learned a lot from that experience.\u00a0 At least now I can say I appreciate the lesson from it.\u00a0 But I still have a bad association with the name Irene.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>In May I\u2019m going back to Canada for a rematch.\u00a0 This time it\u2019s Vancouver. \u00a0And, yeah, I really hope it rains.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_59\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/IMAG1370-1-1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-59\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-59\" alt=\"My friend and running partner for Vancouver, Steve. Who might hate me after reading that.\" src=\"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/IMAG1370-1-1-300x269.jpg\" width=\"300\" height=\"269\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/IMAG1370-1-1-300x269.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/IMAG1370-1-1-1024x921.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/IMAG1370-1-1-624x561.jpg 624w, http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/IMAG1370-1-1.jpg 1294w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-59\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">My friend\/partner for Vancouver, Steve, who might hate me after reading that last part.<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I realize this about myself and I am completely comfortable with it.\u00a0 I have lots of quirks.\u00a0 Lindsey quirk #1- I absolutely refuse to eat carrots, but that\u2019s really beside the point. It\u2019s no big secret that runners are kind of a different breed.\u00a0 We enjoy things like running 26 miles at one time.\u00a0 We [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"aside","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[10,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-56","post","type-post","status-publish","format-aside","hentry","category-memorablerunningmoments","category-uncategorized","post_format-post-format-aside"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4eO4v-U","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=56"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":65,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56\/revisions\/65"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=56"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=56"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=56"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}