Running through the pouring rain wasn’t something I thought that I would be able to do. Yes, I ran through the winter, but snow doesn’t get you wet the same as rain.  Yesterday, I went for a 19 km run in the rain.  That’s about two hours of drenching that I endured.  At first, I went out and then came back inside.  I convinced myself to be brave and go back out.  After all, it’s just water, right?  So I ran around the city and got soaked.  I ran through puddles with authority.   The temperature was barely above freezing, so I got cold too.  The best part was my mittens: they got so wet that I was able to squeeze my fists and make water run out, every couple of minutes.  In the end, I conquered the rain, and it was awesome.  Then the rain stopped ten minutes after I came home.  Mission accomplished.