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There comes a point, while running repeatedly in and out of one's car in the middle of a heavy rainstorm, when it ceases to be worth the effort to run, and you just accept that you are going to be soaked to the skin, and embrace it.
At that point, however, you are still faced with the challenging decision as to whether it is better to just saunter through the downpour and accept a few moments of looking cool in exchange for driving home with dripping hair and arms, or try to run anyway for the benefit of splashing as vehemently as possible into as many puddles as you can, leaving you with significant sock-squelch.
Me, I alternated between the two.
My only regret is that I missed the chance to do this during the half-hour while the sky was an alarming shade of forest-green. Storm skies like that don't come along every day.....
At that point, however, you are still faced with the challenging decision as to whether it is better to just saunter through the downpour and accept a few moments of looking cool in exchange for driving home with dripping hair and arms, or try to run anyway for the benefit of splashing as vehemently as possible into as many puddles as you can, leaving you with significant sock-squelch.
Me, I alternated between the two.
My only regret is that I missed the chance to do this during the half-hour while the sky was an alarming shade of forest-green. Storm skies like that don't come along every day.....
