Today was one of those rainy days in Malta where it rains and rains all day, and low-lying villages get flooded, and the Civil Protection Department tells the public to stay inside, and the occasional car gets swept away.
On the way home from work, my husband and I decided to eat supper at the airport. Right as he parked the car, the heavens opened AGAIN and the rain just bucketed down.
We waited a few minutes for a lull in the downpour, and then made a run for it, sprinting through puddles, dodging the big ones.
One mad dash later, we stumbled laughing into the entrance.
Then I noticed something odd; I wasn't out of breath.
OK, just a little bit.
I guess that learning how to run means that you can... well... run.
I'm getting fitter, and it feels good.