Thursday, I did not want to run. I would not have wanted to run even if the weather had been the perfect running weather. I would not have wanted to run even if I only had a few miles on the schedule. Neither of these was the case. It was rainy. It was 50 degrees. And I planned to do 10 miles.
I met up with my friend at 10am. Or rather, he came and knocked on my door, so I felt like I had to go run. After all, the man had run to my house in the rain. I at least owed him the courtesy of running a mile.
We ended up doing all 10 of the planned miles, despite rain, wind, and gigantic puddles. I was so wet by the time I got home that my shoes squirted out water every time I took a step. Normally, I cool off when I get home and drink a big glass of chocolate milk. Yesterday I walked in the door, took off my shoes, and headed straight for the shower. Despite a hot shower, a cup of coffee, and a bowl of soup, it took me three hours to warm up. But I got it done.
Moral of the story: Weather happens. What you do with it is up to you.