4 miles
73 degrees/94% humidity/dew point 72
mississippi river road path, north/south
Intermittent rain
somewhat refreshing yet still
oppressively damp
Could this dew point be
the highest I have ever
run in? Probably.
I passed some runners
but no bikers or skiers
or dry anything.
When running in rain
it’s hard to determine which
drips are rain, which sweat.
Running under trees,
it’s hard to determine which
drips are drips, which drops.
Miserably hot.
So why did my run feel fine?
My pre-run fruit shake?
Not one glance at the
river today. Too busy
avoiding puddles.
Running down below the road, above the gorge, into the dark green, momentarily hidden from the road, I thought about running as a woman and what I would do if I someone popped out at me. Then I remembered something I read the other day: a satirical essay on women and running over at McSweeney’s: How to Jog: A Guide for Women