You wouldn't know it by the bright sunshine in the background of these two pictures, but I spent my Sunday morning running through a torrential downpour. I am not even being that dramatic, it literally dumped rain on my friend Molly and I for approximately one hour and forty minutes.
We ran 9.5 miles, and the rain was coming down so hard, there was a small river in my shoes. My clothes were soaked all the way through, my hands were cold, and the rain was whipping me in the face. But it was awesome. During that run, I felt alive and free in a way that only running can give me. Running through the rain is a cleansing but brutal exercise. The sure determination it takes to keep moving instead of retreating somewhere warm and cozy is almost unimaginable.
A lot like running, in life, sometimes we are caught in a storm. In the rain that won't let up. And like when I am running, all you can do in those times is put one foot in front of the other. Over, and over again. Because the sun eventually will come back out-this I promise you. We are going to be dealt some hard times and experience our fair share of rain in life, but the clouds eventually break and light shines back through. So whatever you're going through, keep moving. Don't let the rain get the best of you. Embrace this season and let the rain change you, let it cleanse you and refresh you and let it be the season you can look back on, knowing you didn't let the rain keep you inside.