It’s hurricane weather outside my window. There are standing puddles, overflowing pots and buckets, downed tree limbs and mud holes everywhere. It’s a sloppy mess. I can’t remember the last time it rained for so many days in a row.
Thank goodness for good rain gear and Gore-tex.
Because the rain isn’t slowing us down any. Last week, a friend texted me to ask if I wanted to go for a hike. It was pouring. She said I was the only other person she knew crazy enough to hike in that kind of weather. We went. And had a great time.
And when I got home, I took a hot shower, put on comfy sweats and made a cup of hot tea. Nothing feels quite as good as a hot shower and snuggling in after a cold or wet workout. And there’s nothing quite as peaceful as the woods when the rain is coming down through the falling leaves or the snow is falling gently and silently on the trail ahead. I wouldn’t want to miss the beauty of being outside in the weather.
Far be it from me to question the teachings of childhood, but it seems to me that getting wet once in a while or being cold does not necessarily lead to illness. Germs do that. Now, it’s true that germs have a way of sneaking in when we get wet and cold, but if we get warm and dry quickly, chances are good that they won’t get in. Then again, they might, but that’s a chance I’m willing to take because the benefits far outweigh the risks.
With winter coming up, I know there will be days when it’s dark early and too cold to suit me. (I really love being warm.) But I will go out anyway. Into the weather. Because I don’t want to miss everything each season, each rain, each snowfall has to offer.