I took the first of my spring walks this evening. It was great. I got good weather on my birthday. It was just about as warm as it was in Orlando, Florida this past weekend. The temperature when I headed out the door was a balmy 81 degrees.
Sometimes, I read when I walk. I grabbed my paperback copy of I. Asimov and read while I walked at a leisurely pace and it was great. The air smells like spring, and the traffic is light enough in my neighborhood that I need only glance up to look for traffic when I cross the street. I love spring walks and reading when I walk is delightful, although it may look odd to those around me.
Halfway through my walk, the skies opened up.
Shoved my paperback into the back of my jeans and flipped my shirt over it so that it wouldn’t get wet. (I’m very protective of my books.) And I made for home. That is: I ran. For the first time, I really felt that all the cardio had paid off. I ran at a good clip all the way home. I was already nearly halfway through my walk, so I’d say I ran somewhere between 1/3 and 1/2 mile. This wasn’t a jog, but a good run. And when I got to my door, I was only barely winded (although soaked). Within a few minutes, my heart rate returned to normal and it was as though I never ran. I really surprised myself.
The rain stopped about the time I got to my door, a true spring shower. Oh, and my book is fine. Not a drop of water made contact with its surfaces.