Webbing on my feet

When it rains in Oregon (365 days a year) everyone says that the true Oregonians don’t use umbrellas.  We are ducks (or beavers) and the webbing on our feet allow us to adapt, grow and thrive in the rain.  That means living, breathing, running and graduating in the rain!

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High School Graduation (2007)

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High School Prom (2007)

I grew up in the rain!  When I moved to Northern California it was still rainy and moist by most people’s standards, but sometimes I missed a good run in the rain.  Don’t get me wrong; I do not like carrying books and final papers in the rain across campus.  But there is something cleansing and refreshing about a good run under a nice morning drizzle. 

During my first year of college in Berkeley everyone pretty much cleared the streets and ran inside during the first big rain of Fall.  So I laced up my running shoes and took advantage of the clean sidewalks for a run.  People looked at me like I was crazy.  I felt like an Oregonian.

Yesterday I was scheduled for a 9 mile run in the morning before I had to go to work at a wedding for the catering company.  It rained all night and I woke up to standing water on the sidewalks and steady rainfall.  I thought,“NO WAY am I going running!”  A few hours later when I only had time for a few miles I laced up my shoes, got my rain gear on and hesitantly walked out the door.  I needed that run.  Less of an Oregonian?  Maybe, but I still have some webbing between my toes… 

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I only ran 4 miles, and I was so bummed that I didn’t have time for more because the rain was fine.  I only saw one runner while I was out, and the joys of running in the rain that day will remain our little secret.  Next time I’ll be quicker to take the plunge!