Yesterday was a rare day in Southern California - a wet, rainy day. For those who are uninitiated in the ways of Southern California, one thing we *do not* deal well with is wet. We average about 15 inches of rain a year. Let me repeat that - a year. That means that wet stuff falls from the sky maybe 12 days a year. That means that we don't know how to do things that the rest of the country deals with on a regular basis, like, oooooh, running in the rain.
So, I dressed snug and warm and headed out the door to meet up with my Saturday morning running group. I was immediately greeted by water dropping from the sky. Not just a mist, but a cold, soaking rain. Decision time. It was actually a pretty easy decision. 13 miles isn't going to make or break me at this point, and the thought of being wet and soaked to the bone was not at all appealing.
So, instead of running I retired to my rowing studio (aka garage), and proceeded to row 8 kilometers with a 5 min warm up, 16 min at 22 spm, 3 min rest, and 16 min at 26 spm workout. Hmmm. I ended up soaked anyways.
On the plan for Sunday - 6 miles at marathon pace. Unless I wake up and it's not raining. Then I may do a 10K for fun....