Rain

It rained, and it rained and it rained. Piglet thought it would never stop.

Winnie the Pooh, A.A.Milne

It has been three weeks since I last ran. Not since the resolution day race. Injuries are such a waste of time.

I still don’t know what happened. Presumably I somehow tore my right gluts. Nothing seemed to work for the first two weeks, and then it started to improve. Yesterday I decided I would try a run this morning if I felt up to it.

Well, I felt up to it, but it was pouring rain. I waited, hoping the rain would ease. It didn’t. Finally, at 10:30, I set out. Nothing too strenuous. I thought I’d run up to the Wilcox and then run the loop a couple of times, and then come back.

I’m not running very fast. Jogging really. Still, good to be out on my feet again.

It was wet. And cold. And the wind was strong against me.

Tame little Arroyo Burro was a thundering torrent as it spilled under the bridge at Cliff Dr. I climbed up the hill, and headed off to the bluff over the ocean.

Grey sea. Grey sky. Merging together somewhere. Whitecaps below, rain above.

A little waterfall where the rain spilled over the cliff down to the beach.

A view of Hendry’s beach from the edge of the bluff: A vast river of mud runs out into the sea and then turns and trails down the coast.

I reach the end of the park, and head back into the wind. No ocean to watch now. I start to notice my glut. It feels sore and tight. Not really painful, but probably I should stop running. For once, I’m not a total idiot, and even though I had intended to run around the park twice, I turn back.

But when I get home, I dash inside and come out with my camera. For once, I am a total idiot, and even though I had intended to stop, I go back and do the whole run over, and take pictures this time.

With a hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
And the rain, it raineth every day.

Twelfth Night, Shakespeare