The light rain hitting my face was more of a simple observation than an annoyance.
be told, a single iota's worth of planning could have prevented it by
simply looking at the forecast and packing a hat to wear. Oh well...
All other aspects of yesterday's run proved quite pleasant; a
slow-moving cold front provided light rain for most of the day, which
cooled things to an almost ideal temperature for an easy run after work,
and, as occasionally noted with early-morning runs, such conditions
effectively greyed-out the world around me, which in turn provided a
feast for the other reactively-heightened senses.
Wandering thoughts were occasionally punctuated by momentarily
noticing a fat drop from a tree amongst the nearly mist-like rain, or
taking in the smell of the perfectly cool-not-cold rain.
enough, those same thoughts would meander away from the external, only
to be brought back by another minor incident of note, the cycle
repeating time and time again.
The current faux-taper for an upcoming race ensured that standard
achiness, stiffness, and concern for pace were at least somewhat abated,
and therefore allowed an even greater freedom to enjoy the moment.
These are some of the most fleeting and most enjoyable runs we get, if we simply allow them to be.