Rain, rain, go away

It's a Friday afternoon in Pöchlarn.  Michael is at choir rehearsal as he has been every night this week.  The Männergesangverein Ybbs is gearing up for a big concert tomorrow night. I won't give away all the details - Michael can do that - but it should be quite the show.  Here's the link for the event: http://www.ybbsiade.at/spielplan.php?pid=8.  Hopefully our friend John, who's supposed to come visit from Ireland, will be able to get through all that volcanic ash wreaking havoc in Europe and make it in time.

So with Michael at rehearsal everyday from 4-11:30 or who knows how late, that leaves me here to hold down the fort. Usually I go for a run, but it's been raining every day this week.  Normally I wouldn't complain about that for the obvious reason: an excuse NOT to run, but I started to get a little cabin fever today. I decided to brave it when I saw a break in the clouds. 

I headed up the embankment to get started on the Danube path but decided to turn around after the first few sprinkles hit me in the face. It was too early in the run to willingly put myself through what could turn into pure torture. I turned around and came back inside, and it's a good thing I did because two seconds later it started pouring!  I mean POURING!  With thunder and everything. I think it maybe even hailed a little bit. Boy, was I happy to be inside where it was warm, cozy and dry.

An hour later, the rain subsided, the sun came out and my running shoes were still calling my name. I decided to give it another go. This time with success. I did my usual jaunt on the Danube, said my friendly hello to the only other regular runner I see on the path and called it quits. I have to say, the exercisers in Pöchlarn really are all or nothing people. When it's a sunny day, everyone is out, but when it's even a little bit cloudy or windy, not a soul. But, I guess, that's their Entscheidung.