Runners are a little bit psycho

I went to go for a run on a bike trail with my dog recently. I had missed the beautiful, sunshiney morning and was running in the rain after a substantial cooldown in the temperature. I was about three quarters of the way through my run when I spotted something in the distance... and I realized it was a person. On the trail. In the rain.

Unusually for me, I felt sort of scared. Who was this person and why were they on the trail in this crummy weather? I even thought "what kind of psycho runs in the rain?"

Then realized I was that psycho. I was running in the cold rain.

And I passed the woman, we exchanged smiles, and we continued on our way, both of us dedicated to enjoying whatever kind of weather the world may offer us.