I ran my first half marathon in hurricane warning conditions. A steady rain and ferocious winds pounded the New Hampshire seacoast that day. Waves as tall as single-story homes crashed against the shore, sending frigid ocean water over the sea wall. Yet despite the horrid conditions, thousands of determined runners splashed through puddles nearly the size of swimming pools on their way to the finish line.
Luckily, running in those stormy conditions was such an adventure that the miles slipped by almost unnoticed. It wasn't until after I finished that I noticed blood on the heels of my shoes and the front of my shirt.
I've logged hundreds of miles in the rain since that day, and I've learned a few important lessons along the way.