I sat in my car and watched the rain. Other people were not even in rain suits and heading out for 100 miles or 50 miles. A little voice said, it is not too late to skip this. It won't exactly be fun. And you still have time to drive back to town and make the 8 am meeting.
I picked the meeting and skipped the misery.
However, it is difficult for me to realize that I did the smart thing for me and to not beat myself for skipping the race. Measuring myself against the world always leaves me coming up short. I should've suffered and done the race; instead of accepting the bad timing of the storm.
I did have a very nice run yesterday afternoon.
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