Rain Rain....go away.....

Sometimes I wish that the weather would just decide what it wants to do. I don't mind rain, and once in awhile I look forward to a good old rainy day. A day where I can sit in a chair and read a book (wait...that doesn't happen for me anymore...never mind). I don't like these annoying in between days, where it rains....then clears up....gets warm...then rains again...gets cold....and repeat.

Today was one of those days. This morning when I got up the sun was out, I got up just about when the sun was rising. I knew it had rained all night long and I thought, "OH GOOD! The Sun is out! I will have a quick run."
Oh silly silly me.

I had just pushed myself to run for 3 minutes, instead of 2, when I heard thunder. "Hmm....thunder? I thought that was done." Jog Jog Jog. Sing Sing Sing to myself (in my head because I forgot the music thingy again) Quickly I was beginning to hope that I was near the 3 minute marker.
I swear to goodness the second that that big hand hit the 3 minute mark, the point where I was going to sing the Hallelujah Chorus and walk, on my watch... It started to rain. And it wasn't a mamby pamby rain, It was a giant Cow peeing on a flat rock rain. Good thing I didn't have that mp3 player again or it would have shorted out for sure, and possibly killed me!

So here I am now, out of breath from running...and it's pouring. SHIT. I sucked it up and started running again but the rain was hitting me in the face/mouth/hair/eyes/nose. An evil rain that comes at you from all directions, much like the wind from the other day.

So, I just stopped and stood there. I put my hands out and said several really naughty words. Very loudly. Then I had a thought, "Maybe God doesn't want me to run"...then I Remembered that God made me the way that he did...which is definitely not a runner's body. So I said, "Ok, God. I have noticed all these attempts from you to either keep me from running or push me to insanity. If you want me to keep on this journey make the rain stop." And do you know what happened? Damned if it didn't stop. It just competely stopped. It was one of those moments where the hairs stand up on your arms....mine would have if they hadn't have been soaked by tons of water. They kinda just attempted it...just ended up with goose bumps.
Anyway, God told me that he wants me to run. I think that possibly God has a really sick sense of humor.

So after these moments of clarity I sloshed into the driveway only to find James Henry on the porch saying, "Mama did you get rained on! OH NO! You're gonna melt for sure!"
So I said, "Get back to bed James before I drop a house on you." He just looked at me weird and said, "That's not nice mama; come inside I help dry you off".

:)
The journey continues....