My shoes. Are soaked.
We’ve had rain off and on throughout the day; the window guys only got one done before they had to turn in because of the weather. I thought the storms had passed by the time I got out for my four-miler earlier this evening, but I was soon proved to be mistaken.
About halfway through my run, the skies opened up and I grew to know the joy that is soaked socks and feet - and since I was on an out-and-back, I still had two full miles to get back to the car. My shirt and shorts soaked up the rain (darn dri-fit and its two-way wicking action). By the time I *did* get back to the car, I was well and truly drenched. Then I got to drive fifteen minutes before getting home, peeling off the wet layers, and trying to find the warmest spot in the house for my shoes. I’m hoping that they’ll dry out before tomorrow’s four-miler, but I’m not that optimistic about the possibility.
Well, at least it’s supposed to be exceptionally nice tomorrow.