It was a sad day for me today.
After 41 miraculous days, after 130 bone-jarring miles, after 16.5 mind-numbing hours, after one of the rainiest periods that San Francisco has ever known, my streak has finally ended. It rained throughout my innocuous little 5-mile lunchtime run today, bringing an anticlimactic end to my phenomenal streak of not getting rained on during my runs.
It's wasn't all bad though. I had dressed in a vaguely uncomfortable tight stretchy top. The discomfort of the shirt helped distract me from the annoyance of the constant rainfall. Mind over precipitation, my friends.
It's hard coming to grips with the fact that maybe Mother Nature isn't altering the weather for my comfort. I was kind of hoping that this was a perk of being one of the Chosen People. Those 40 years that Moses wandered in the desert? That was really just a longer streak.
Anyway, I'm ok with this. Don't cry for me, blogospheregentina.