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Bradley and I differ over running in the rain. Me? I love it! When it rains, my red hot face has a steady stream of coolness. I don’t feel sweaty, I just assume it’s the rain. My breathing stays even and my oxygen exchange is good. I don’t like running in the heat! The result is that I’ve been running my best times ever over the past few weeks. With the cooler weather and lighter frame, I’m improving daily.
Bradley, on the other hand, wears glasses. Glasses get water spots and get all steamed up. Being the overprotective papa bear that he is means he gets a little nervous when his glasses render him blinder than usual and his wife is trusting him with her life as she trots cluelessly behind him, blasting her headphones and not listening to traffic (running partners like him are awesome, yes, but this is an extra-nice added bonus feature)! Add to that the fact that he’s already fairly low fat and loves the heat like his grandpa! He sometimes tells the story about how Grandpa Kobs would wait for the hottest days to do the hardest work, like taking tires off rims with a crow bar… I’ll pass on that, but Bradley likes to sweat in the heat just like that and chooses 2:PM on hot summer days as the ideal running time.
Fortunately, we are like Persephone and share the glories of the underworld season of hell for one part of the year and the beauty and wonder of softer weather the other half of the year. What is hellish and heavenly weather are opposites for the both of us, but it helps to trot along with someone so enamored of the rain, the heat, the sun, the clouds…
But mostly it’s just nice to run with my best friend, regardless of weather.


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