My husband keeps trying to assure me that EVERYONE in the Midwest is dealing with rain right now. Whatever. I am dealing with rain. Cleveland is dealing with rain and, if evolution holds true, I will acquire the webbed feet as survival!
Last night, I cut the grass while it was sprinkling. Sprinkling is the closest I'm going to get to a dry, sunny day and when the grass starts tickling your calves, it's time to intervene. Bridget splashed around in puddles and I cross trained by pushing a lawn mower through heavy wet grass. Fun times had by all.
But a funny thing happened. It stopped raining at exactly 8:43pm. I ran inside, laced up my sneakers, leashed up the dog and bolted for a quick 3-miler. And it was my turn to splash through all the sidewalk puddles!