Like a dog...

My friend Beth once said, "I think the feeling of running in the rain must be like what dogs feel when they ride in the car with their heads out the window."  

Indeed.  There's just something about the feeling of the rain hitting my bare arms, my feet splashing through puddles, and the breeze blowing the misty air in my face.  Every once in a while a giant drop splashes right on my nose, surprising me and pulling me out of my reverie.

Of course, my running partner (my dog) and I come home soaked and track rain and mud all through the house.  Eh - minor details, right?