We went running in the rain. My shoes were already soaked to my socks by the time we reached the quarter-mile oval. I circled the track three times, alternating walking and running, but on the final lap I jogged the whole way. I guess after a while I didn’t notice the rain as much.

Our audience was comprised of twelve enormous Canada geese, who stood next to the long jump pit, which had turned into a small pond.

Brian said he was very proud of me. It was nice because before we left the house I bitched and moaned a lot about going running in this weather. But I did it anyway.