Boredom breeds Insanity...

When you get the crazy idea of jogging in the rain you might as well make sure you've got a good pair of shoes...the kind that doesn't let the water get in. The last thing you want are your socks feeling soggy and your feet squishy and wet. It's okay to try and battle it out with the elements every now and then, but with squishy feet, you haven't got a chance. So there I was, out of my mind, out in that kind of weather when even people with vehicles mostly opted to stay indoors. How bad could it be? It were all still just little droplets of water hitting me at just a denser, more painful amount than usual, but I figured it wouldn't kill me. And much to my amazement, the experience proved to be just as satisfying as I hoped it would be. I can't really put it into words, but I sure as heck won't advise anyone else to try it just to know what I'm talking about.

There are some things in life that aren't "wrong", but people wouldn't normally do them coz it just doesn't make sense to do them. Running in the rain is one of those things in my book. Well to me, sometimes, you just have to do things that don't make sense, to feel life. I'm not saying be a deviant. Living a normal life is good and all that (if anyone actually knows what normal is), all I'm saying is that it's simply not worth it-trying to look normal to everyone else if it bores the life out of you. If you want to find out things about yourself, it won't happen when you do the things your used to. It's not likely to happen in an environment you have control over(granting if we ever really have any control of the environments we are in.) You have to be in over your head, be in something bigger than you, possibly even something dangerous. It doesn't have to make sense at first. But it will, if you survive the experience. Okay, so maybe I'm not really talking about running in the rain anymore. Maybe I'm talking about wrestling with yourself. Wrestling with your limits. Somedays...you have to know. It was one of those days. Halfway around the academic oval, I'm already tired, my legs start to heat up, and I gasp for breath. It wasn't like this a few years ago, I was stronger, faster, better than this. And the thought that I allowed myself to decay quietly, unnoticed over time was more unforgiving than the fatigue that was starting to build up in my muscles. Today was not a day I was gonna be sorry for. I pushed myself harder, I ran faster and faster until my legs finally gave up on me before I did. Somehow I manage to cushion the fall, but I couldn't move a limb for what seemed an eon. In that time, I could only hear my own breathing, the pumping of my heart like a drum and the rain on my chest like a baptism. I felt no shame in those odd moments, probably because there was no one there to see me, but I probably couldn't have cared less if there were. It's been a long time since I gave something my all, and when that happens, you find out you really don't lose a thing at all. Not when in the process you find yourself...

All this silly talk...and all it really was was running in the rain.

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"Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." -Albert Einstein