It's 48 degrees and raining (with Video!)

Not long after I declared that I was absolutely going to stick with my training, my husband came up with the real test of my commitment. 

“Just wait until it’s cold and rainy one morning, and you’re all wrapped up in the covers,” he said. “Then you’ll know if you’re really into it.” 

I had started to scoff, but really, he’s right. There’s very little that can get me out of a warm, cozy bed on a cold, rainy weekend: My children. The smell of cooking bacon. That’s about it. 

But here it is, a rainy Sunday, and over breakfast my husband asked if it was a running day or a cross-training day. His sly look told me he already knew it was a running day. 

I thought pretty hard about hitting treadmill, but I told him I was definitely going outside. 

It was wet, it was a little cool (48 degrees, but felt colder). And I spent the first few minutes wondering why I was stupid enough to go outside. 

 But I did it. By the end of the run I actually had Barry Manilow in my head. 

“I made it through the rain, I kept my world protected...”

Yeah, the song’s got nothing to do with running, but sometimes you just have to take whatever can get you through the day.