Running Games - Chip, Dale, Chip, Dale, Chip, Dale...

65 degrees and a light mist.  That is how my run started.  Over the next six miles the mist turned into a drizzle, and the drizzle turned into a steady rain.

Around mile 5 I found myself playing mental games as I plodded up a 1/2 mile incline.  My hands had loosened and my arms were rolling over with my palms down.  I found myself patting an imaginary something on the head.  Before to long I was saying Chip, Dale, Chip, Dale, Chip, Dale...to myself.  I guess you could say I was inspired by the Chip and Dale marathon relay.  I wonder if they like running in the rain?