So it's not raining...for the moment...here. But that doesn't mean it's not raining over at the trail where I normal am at this hour, running. It also doesn't mean that even if it's not raining over there right now, it could be raining by the time I get over there.
My dilemma: to run, or not to run. And here's another thing, if I blow off my run, I know it's not going to rain, but if I do attempt to go for a run, it will be in the middle of a downpour with serious lightning. As some of you may or may not know, I may be crazy, but I'm not stupid. So what's a girl to do?
Update: I just finished this sentence and now it's raining.
When I told people I was moving down to North Carolina, the most consistent rave review of the state was in reference to the weather. But I'm far from convinced.
Last week, Carmen came down to spend here spring break here in warm, sunny North Carolina. It's not Florida by any means, but you'd think it would be warmer than Iowa. "You'd think" being the key phrase.
The first two days she was here, we went to DC, where the weather was brisk, but tolerable. We planned to spend the remainder of the week camping on the Outer Banks, gallivanting up and down the coast and frollicking in the Atlantic. But instead, we spent time holed up in my apartment, watching movies. It rained. And snowed. The whole time she was here.
Then we got a call from my mom, just checking in. And here's the kicker: it was warm and sunny back in good ol' Oskaloosa the day that it snowed and we couldn't go out and play.
The weather gods hate us. But apparently not as much as they hate Robert.