Run Through Sprinklers

“For having gotten up at 6:30 to run Easter Sunday, it got pretty warm, pretty quickly. My elbows started sweating around the end of mile 2 and I started looking for a reprieve. [...] I took advantage of the empty sidewalk and dashed through with my arms up in the air. His dog barked at me and he looked at me like I was nuts, but I didn’t care. I was hot and the water was cold! I felt revitalized after that and proceeded to finish out the last mile and a quarter a little wetter, but cooler.”

“One house on my old route was like that, and the traffic was so heavy that I couldn't find an opportunity to duck into the road and I just had to run through the sprinkler and I got soaked. My feet were sloshing in my shoes, half of my body was suddenly chilled and the other half was all prickly from little drops, every time I swung an arm or a leg all I could think was "I'm gonna chafe." Luckily I was in my return and only a mile from my apartment. If I had been in the first mile instead of the last I literally would have just gone home.”

“On one brutally hot day last year, I neared a house where an older lady was watering her flowers. I called out, "Can you please spray me?!" I'm sure I surprised her a bit, but she turned the hose toward the sidewalk, and I ran through a glorious shower of cool water.”