I've written before about being a fair weather walker and I usually am. Yesterday, I read Spunky Suzi's post about her walk and was quite inspired by it. That was one reason I decided to walk to my Jazzercise class this morning even though it was 35 degrees and sprinkling rain.
As my husband left for a 7:30 breakfast meeting, he admonished me to stay warm and dry. That would have been a good choice for me. Because of the rain, I decided at the very least I would walk up to the mailbox to mail a couple of bills and from there I would make the decision to continue or go back home.
I am not exaggerating when I say that the moment I opened the front door the skies opened and it started raining like crazy. If it had been raining cats and dogs, there would have been no hope for me. Sigh.
Anyway, I had dressed warmly for the 35 degrees and I had my new umbrella I got for Christmas, so off I went. If I had not been holding an umbrella and a bag with my exercise pants, water and phone, I could have taken some epic pictures of rain rushing down the road and into the sewer grates.
Who knew that those tiny holes in my walking shoes would let in so much water? I wasn't stepping in deep puddles but the road was super wet. At the mail box, I made the executive decision to walk the half mile back home and get on some warm, dry clothes.
Here I am with rosy cheeks once I got back home.
Here are my sweat pants and socks.