I grew up in the Pacific Northwest, on the west side of the Cascades. I like the rain. I do everything in the rain. It is a function of having grown up in the rain. I firmly believe the State bird should be the SLUG, and the state flower is MOSS. That or the razor fern. I actually like ferns. I move around, I have been in places that have two seasons, and in places with four, complete with snow and ice and such. I, however, prefer to live here in the PNW, where we have four seasons, Spring (warming rain), Summer (warm rain), Fall (cooling rain) and Winter (cold rain). Why would I want to live somewhere that averages three feet of rain a year? Everything stays mostly green all year round. I can run in January outside, and not worry about my water bottle freezing, and I can get out in July and August in the mornings and not fight with temps in the triple-digits. What does this have to do with the race on Saturday? Well, for the past few months, we have had temps that barely reached 60, Saturday was 60 at 7:00 am. By the time the race was well under way it was hot to my moss and algae covered self. But I still had a lot of fun.
