While Seattle is experiencing a summer resurgence, it’s pouring in New York. And if it’s raining in New York, you will get wet. I’m no stranger to rain. I experienced hard rain in Minnesota and constant drizzle in Seattle. It can be an inconvenience, sure, but it has never stopped me.
Until New York. The difference here is you have to walk through it. It’s not like Minnesota where you just jump in your car and make a 30-second run for it when you get to your destination’s parking lot. It’s not like Seattle, where you just pull up your hood because the drizzle is rarely enough to soak you anyway. Yeah, in New York you just have to accept that you’re going to get wet because you’re not getting a cab.
So rainy nights are perfect for cuddling. Pick up some soup on the way home, peel off your wet layers and change into cozy yoga pants and settle in for an evening of reading, watching a movie or knitting.
Too bad this is what I did last night – when it wasn’t raining.
Today I had boot camp, which was moved to a studio in the fun, but inconveniently located Flat Iron District. There is no direct train to the Flat Iron District, but I committed to boot camp and I was going to do this. So I grabbed a raincoat and umbrella and set out. I only got a little wet on the way there. The real downpour came after class. Since I was in Flat Iron, I was determined to stop at Trader Joe’s. I just bought one bag of groceries. Thankfully I planned ahead and brought my own bag because there is no way a paper bag would have made it back to my place. Under every awning and in every subway entrance were people catching a break from the soaking.
I was already gross and sweaty from class, so I resigned myself to getting wet. No umbrella was going to protect my pant legs. When it’s dark, you take a step off the curb and realize the ground is actually several inches lower than it looked and you just stepped in a pool of water and now your socks are soaked. Or you can see the standing water, but you’ve gotta get across the street somehow, so you go in for the sock-soaking. If you’re smarter than I am, you wore rainboots instead of running shoes. A nice bonus, though, Times Square was deserted. I made it through in record time.
So I got home and emptied my bags, taking the crackers out of the soggy box, and took off my wet clothes. I took a quick shower and changed into my yoga pants and sat down on my cozy bed to write this. Ah yes feels good to be snuggled up inside when the weather outside is frightful.
And tomorrow’s forecast is 70 and sunny. Delightful.
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.