So much for that morning run. I put on an old pair of running shoes, thinking that at most they would get wet and a little dirty.
The road behind our house was fine. A few huge lakes in the middle of the road, but nothing I couldn't run around. Or nothing that Lucy couldn't just run through.
But then it got muddy. Muddy from one side of the street to the other. Not the mud I'm used to, but slick, mucky, sticky mud. The kind that you almost slip on when you walk. So I wasn't about to run on it. And then I came home. I'm from Portland, and when you're from Portland, and you run, you just run in the rain. I actually love running in the rain, but not with mud like this. So much for a speedy run today. And I guess I can kiss that 20+ mile week goodbye, 'cause it's still raining.
Why is it that Lucy loves to run through puddles, but absolutely despises getting her feet rinsed off?