Last week, after a stormy night, I awoke to sunny skies. Of course, it was perfect for running. And of course, the moment I stepped out the door, a cloud rolled in overhead and pummeled me with rain.
On the bright side, I stuck it out, and about a mile later, the skies cleared and gave way to a beautiful rainbow. The colors and the full arc became increasingly brilliant as I made my way along the Schuylkill, past the boat houses, and to the bridge where I typically turned around. I was filled with such a pure sense of elation, fellow runners and bikers must have thought I was a crazy person; I simply couldn’t wipe the goofy smile from my face.
That’s about all I have for today! I couldn’t help but want to share this breathtaking moment with all of you. This is one of the many reasons that we not only run but that we push on through the cruddy moments, and emerge better for it in the end.
What’s the most beautiful thing you’ve seen, or moment you’ve experienced, while running outdoors?