sometimes

Over the weekend, I headed out for a six mile run thinking I missed the showers, but I miscalculated. About two miles out, the skies opened up and I was drenched.

These are miraculous, karmic days, and the cold water feels most awesome against the perspiring skin.

Actually, I look to such runs as magical, because I would not head out if it was already raining, but am thankful to be on the road when the drops begin to fall.

Perseverance and perspiration go beautiful with precipitation.