Live Peaceful: Chasing Rainbows

A rainy All Hallow’s Eve gave way to a dreary Dia de los Muertos. I love running when it is overcast, so I was jogging toward my favorite trail by seven am on Saturday. The air was cool and the ground was moist. Grey clouds shrouded the foothill but nothing could dampen my spirits, as I saw my first rainbow since Maui. Just before I reached the trail, about 2.5 miles into my run, it began to sprinkle. I didn’t even consider cutting my run short because I had already been reminded that running in the rain means the chance of seeing a rainbow. Now double arches were visible in the distance. The next 5 miles were pretty wet, a steady rain fell, but my speedy movement kept me warm if not dry. When I arrived at my door step, having run 5 miles in the rain, I realized just how slick I was. As I stepped out of my soggy shoes to let them dry on the porch, the door opened and a friendly arm offered me a warm towel. My husband had been thinking of me as the rain fell and was ready and waiting when I returned. After a hot shower, I dressed warmly to have coffee on the couch with my cat. It was perfect start to my Saturday.