You know what I love about Portlanders? The rain never stops them. In the constant drizzle that is the Portland winter, there are always people outside not letting the weather getting the best of the outdoor spirit.
As is usual in October, it was a rainy Saturday. It wasn’t just the normal drizzle, but a serious downpour. Low and behold, the rain stopped for a bit in the afternoon. At this point, I decided this was the perfect opportunity to go for a run since it had stopped raining. Not five minutes into my run did it start drizzling again. I decided to keep running since it wasn’t raining to hard and figured that other people would just think I was slightly crazy. By the time I made it to the waterfront and was stopped by a train, I was starting to regret my decision but decided to run on.
Where I expected to be one of the few people out and about, I was once again impressed by the Portlander spirit, as the waterfront was still bustling. There was a steady rain the whole run, but it wasn’t until on my way back that the serious downpour started up gain.
The sun came out, the rain was pouring down so hard I couldn’t keep it out of my eyes, my feet were sloshing in my shoes, and there was a rainbow over the river. In the middle of the Eagles “Get Over It,” I thought to myself, this is the best run ever! Damn, but if I didn’t turn into a Portlander without my knowing it.
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