May shower.

So did anyone else in Provo time their afternoon so poorly that they got dumped on with ice water and hail? My oh my that was a storm!

On my way out the door for my run I asked Matt, "You don't think it will rain or anything while I'm out...do you?"

"Nah. You might get some drizzle but nothing bad I don't think."

When I got outside it had that rain smell...that sweaty cement smell that I love about warm rainstorms. It was drizzling that lovely, serene kind of rain you sometimes get in the summers. I thought twice about the iPod but not once about how nice of a run it would be in weather like that.

The run went something like this:

Mile 1: pleasant drizzle

Mile 1.5: starting to rain a bit; pedestrians get a little over dramatic about getting wet (running around and covering their heads).

Mile 2: more rain and okay I'm cold now; "maybe I should cut my route short somehow...."

Mile 2.5: AHHHHH! Is that super cold rain or is that hail? Covering my iPod with my T-shirt is getting pretty pointless now and I am wondering if I will get to use it again after this.

Mile 2.75: get laughed at by these freaking people under Center Street canopies and pressed up against windows. "Oh man...you should run with an umbrella"

Mile 2.8: can't see....can't see...too much water...too much cold...can't see.....take cover in a Gurus restaurant (luckily there were no customers - I looked pretty embarassing and perhaps even slightly scandalus by Provo standards). Guy with blue hair asks if I "want a towel or something". I tell him "yes please and can I use your phone". Matt doesn't answer (come to figure out he is driving past at around that time to look for me but he didn't bring his phone)

Blue hair man tells me "sorry man...I'd give you a ride but these guys (points to the two cooks in the back) don't speak English". He gives me a plastic bag for the iPod. Thank you Blue Hair Man.

Mile 3: cold and going into full out sprints to make lights that have already turned yellow when I'm still 25 meters away.

Mile 3.5: step off a sidewalk into a puddle that turns out to be as deep as my foot to mid calf; a lady stares at me from under her full speed windshield wippers and stares. I want to punch her in the face.

Mile 3.9: two blocks from the house, Matt pulls up and throws the door open. I sit on a towel while Matt tries to gauge whether this is something that is funny now or not until later. Once I feel the heater as we park I tell him to run inside and get the camera.