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?