When it rains …

OK. Here’s a glass half-empty post.

Our Wednesday practice at the Vassar track was a rainy, chilly disaster. It started out with distant lightning and thunder. Coach Horton and I were very close to shutting things down out of concern for safety. But then the lightning and thunder went away.

It was replaced by a drenching, chilly rain. Something this area has sorely needed. But, not in the middle of sprinter starts, distance threshold, middle-distance intervals and steeplechase barrier work – track practice. Yikes! The sprinters got their work done quickly and efficiently and headed back to campus. The longer guys weren’t so lucky. Feeling was lost in arms, hands and fingers. It was damp and raw out there. We amended the distance thresh workout accordingly. The middle distance boys plowed through it admirably and did a nice job out there. We told the steeple guys not to hop barriers and instead do hurdle drills. It was wet and slippery out there.

Cold, soaked and grumpy, we went into the warm vans for the short ride home. As we pointed the vans westward on Hooker Avenue toward Marist, something amazing happened. The rain stopped. The sun came out. It turned out to be a beautiful rest of the day! The Vassar team, bless their hearts, probably enjoyed this sunshine and warmth during their late afternoon practice.

There were two hours of miserable weather yesterday. We experienced every second of it.

These things happen. Especially in spring.

Upon us all, a little rain must fall …