Ed and I run three miles several times a week. I haven’t mentioned it here before because there is usually nothing fantastically good or bad about the jogs. Yesterday was a bit different though.
I picked up the boys after work and took them to Ed’s office. We left the boys with his parents to go for our jog. I had seen a storm rolling in as I drove to the office, but afternoon spring storms in north Texas have a tendency to roll through very quickly. There is another great thing about spring storms in Texas too. It’s already warm here. The temperature had already reached 90 degrees when we stepped outside to jog. Rain will drop the temperature by about 20 degrees very quickly. We were also under time constraints because we had tickets to the Texas Rangers game and had to leave town by 5:00, so we had to run when we did or we wouldn’t have been able to run at all.
So we stepped out the back door of Ed’s office and looked up at the ominous clouds to the north and started our jog anyway. We run downtown and count blocks to make sure we get in the three miles. The air was thick and humid. Our run was going really well. I was able to run at a faster pace because I’ve lost a few pounds. (Woohoo!) We had almost finished the first mile when we felt the first, fat drops fall from the sky. The rain held off for another few blocks. When we got to a little over a mile, the rain really started to come down. The air cooled and a nice breeze blew. We continued running because it felt so good. My hair, which I had washed that morning, got wet from the rain and stuck to my face. The only make up I was wearing was on my eyes, but if it ran, who cared? We were going to a baseball game. No need to look like a million bucks. It’s not like my hair would hold a curl anyway.
We were running in an empty parking lot when I saw the first hail hit the ground. I told Ed that it was hailing and picked up a piece of pea sized hail to show him. The hail was small though, pea sized. Small hail doesn’t hurt much. We jogged to a church across the street and took cover under a covered walkway. Our jog was stopped for about ten minutes so the hail could grow to ping pong ball sized ice bullets. Hail that big does hurt when it hits you. We heard the thunder roll once and saw one huge clap of lightning, but no more until after our jog.
We decided that the hail had stopped enough that we could finish our run. Running through the rain is wonderful. The cool air instantly cools the sweat on your skin. Ed got grazed by a rather large piece of hail on his leg, but it only stung him. We ended up following the rain storm as it moved slowly south, keeping our run comfortable.
Just as we finished running, the rain stopped and the heat returned, turning the air muggy. We hurried back to the office and grabbed the boys so we could change our clothes and drive to the Rangers game.