It pounded all day and chilled most of the runners to the bone as they awaited the starting signal, but the rain remained relentless (enjoy the righteous
alliteration). And the hundreds who braved the slick, leaf-matted cobblestones survived not so much a fun run, but a bizarre October doldrums endurance trial.
The sprinkles and runoff alone had turned my shoes and socks moist by the first mile; the flooded out portions of the bike path coldly drenched them into
autumn. And there was this realization: body warmth works against that cold water, so long as it doesn't happen again.... not so fast. Five minutes out of the water was enough to realize how cold it really was with the next splash.
Cops yelling out directions to the runners added to the bootcamp feel - there's just something about law enforcement barking orders in a downpour,
Cramps struck all around on the way up the final hill, and for the first time, I wondered if a little purging might ease that pain. I didn't wonder for long, crossed the line just after the 28-minute mark and sauntered off for Gatorade and thoughts of a warm shower, because even at the finish line, the rain
loitered on.
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