Defying excuses

There is a certain defiance necessary to run in the rain. I have every reason to return home; soaked shoes are a far cry from Hermes' winged sandals. In choosing to continue, I defy excuses. In that moment, running is a choice, not a chore to be crossed off on my to-do list.

Growing up, I cut out every article about Mia Hamm and the U.S. Women's soccer team and made a scrapbook (or rather, I had the intention to scrapbook). Mia's commitment to practice reminds me that when something is meaningful, the effort should not be endured but cherished - "“The vision of a champion is bent over, drenched in sweat, at the point of exhaustion, when nobody else is looking.” 

There is a sacredness to passion. 

I can turn around at the first hint of thunderstorm or I can run in the rain. I choose to run.