The quote I tend to live my life by, which I mention pretty frequently on this blog, is “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain.” Though I typically live that quote metaphorically, yesterday I was able to experience it full on when a run through some misty showers turned into a run through some torrential downpours. 

Usually, if it’s raining very hard outside, I’ll use that as an excuse to say it would be ridiculous to run comfortably. Although, I do like to run when it is showering as it cools me off and is a lot of fun. So, without checking the forecast, I assumed the sprinkles that were coming down would continue during the course of my run and it would be a nice workout. 
Well, not even a mile into my run, the skies opened up and it downpoured. Where I was hopping around puddles before, now the whole road was a puddle. Where my clothes were a little wet before, now they were weighed down by the weight of the water. It got tougher. My shoes, heavy with water, weighed down my legs. My clothes stuck uncomfortably with each stride. My sopping wet hair whipped back and forth on my neck and back. 
I could have turned around and come back, cut my run short, but I was determined to finish my 3 miles and I was going to do it no matter what! I ignored the sloshing of my wet socks inside my shoes, I kicked it up a notch to finish more quickly, but most importantly, I laughed. Come on, thats pretty funny. Leave it to me to get trapped in a rain storm on an innocent run. Once I was able to get past how uncomfortable I was, it became a lot of fun. I deliberately jumped in deep puddles… hey my feet are soaked anyways. I ran by people huddled under umbrellas and raincoats as I let the rain pour down my back. What’s a little water? And when I finished my run, I stopped, looked up to the sky, opened my mouth for a sweet taste of water (…and even if it was acid rain, I’m fine today!), spun around, and let the rain pour down on me some more. 
Of course, I’m gonna turn this into a metaphor…. duh. 
Sometimes, in life, shit happens that we can’t change. So far, scientists haven’t figured out how to control the weather, just how to react to it. We can shield ourselves from the rain, with an umbrella, some rain boots, and a jacket. We can stay indoors, let it ruin our picnic. OR we can run through the rain. We can accept the things we cannot change and learn to adjust, react, and keep living. Life isn’t about staying inside. Life is about getting out there even when the road looks tough and you’d rather snuggle under the covers all day. Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, its about learning when to just say “Screw it!” and jump in the puddles, its about laughing at the size of the pile of shit you had to deal with this week, its about embracing the struggle in order to start living fully. Most importantly, life is about dancing in the rain. Whatever we’re dealing with, no matter how much it may suck, the most important thing is that we’re still breathing. And as long as you’re breathing, you might as well be living. And as long as you’re living, why not dance?