Running in the rain

After batting practice this morning, I went for a run in a bit of a downpour, because I was feeling extra-badass. Whenever a run is particularly grueling (and I am not making this up), I imagine that I am in a prison camp with Heinrich Harrer trying to get myself in shape to escape over the mountains of Tibet. I find this extremely motivational. Imaginary Heinrich Harrer is never quite satisfied with my performance but still slightly impressed when I finish.