I love the rain. Well, for a limited time that is.
Waking up to pouring rain and wind was really nice.
Bam & I snuggled on the couch with the fire place on while I sipped on half caf coffee and caught up on reading your blogs.
Then it started to come down and I took it as a sign to lace up my Mizuno’s.
Running in cool weather is so much easier than warm. I didn’t feel like death & sadness and felt great the entire time.
When I got home I still wanted to be outside. Do you know who loves running through puddles and jumping into piles of leaves just as much as I do?!
Don’t let that look on his face fool you. He was stalking the squirrels that were taunting him.
We walked for almost a mile then I realized I had to eat. I turn into this crazyiamgoingtohurtyouifyoudontfeedmenow person when I’m hungry.
Please tell me I’m not alone!?
Oh and for those who might not think the bay area has seasons. Here’s a little proof we in fact do!
I think we’re just on a time delay.
While I was running in the rain, I started thinking about why I love it so much. I think it reminds me of being a kid.
Most of my childhood was spent outside. I don’t remember much about being inside. It didn’t matter what the weather was like, I was always playing with my friends outside. Usually barefoot.
I also thought of a few other things that take me back…
Fresh cut grass reminds me of running around the lawn as my dad mowed it.
Puddles remind me of riding my bike through them on the side of the street. I’m pretty sure if my mom found out I would have been busted, but I didn’t care.
We had an orange & lemon tree in our backyard. I remember every single long sleeved shirt & jacket I owned were stained and smelled like citrus no matter how many times my mom washed them. I’d pick them fresh off the tree for a snack all of the time.
What reminds you of childhood?
Are you the indoor or outdoor type?