This morning it was raining so hard it could qualify as a monsoon. If I hadn't vowed to run 1,000 miles this year, I would never have gone out. It was definitely the kind of weather that separates the men from the boys (or the women from the girls). There was so much water bucketing down that by the end of my run my drenched pants were sliding down.
The sides of the roads had become streams, and many of the storm drains were clogged with debris. Along the way, I found a thick stick and began trying to unblock each clogged one I passed. Which was most of them. I'm holding up the stick in the picture, but it's too dark to really see it.
I can't decide if I'm demented or some kind of super hero.