I had one of those perfect runs this morning, getting started a little after 9:00 a.m. before the rain came. The streets were still wet from Monday, the temperatures warm, and after a mile, I decided there was no reason not to run fast. So I turned in a 9:38 mile, and then a third mile pulling hills as hard as I could. Might as well make a hard day as hard as I can, I thought, especially since most of the stiffness from these nagging injuries seems to be at bay for now. I glanced at the sky and thought, it still isn't raining, why not go an extra mile? I did, and finished up sore quads but that wonderful feeling of having done one's best. I stretched, got in the car, and almost immediately it started to rain, and rain pretty hard. Perfect timing!
I only hope that this same rain is also drenching the Great Smoky Mountains, where it is so badly needed. 14,000 evacuated from Gatlinburg, four dead, and many building damaged. Douse those flames, O Lord! For the same devastation could so easily happen here.
"Drip down, O heavens, from above,
And let the clouds pour down
righteousness;
Let the earth open up and salvation bear fruit,
And
righteousness spring up with it.
I, the LORD, have created it."
Isaiah 45:8
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