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What to Do When It's Raining in Los Angeles

Michael Loren


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Yesterday, horror of all horrors, it rained in Los Angeles. I headed out for a run around noon and assumed that the menacing clouds overhead would eventually produce water. I didn’t really care. In fact, I really like running in the rain. However, I could never have expected the chaos that ensued after I left my house.

I threw in my fancy-dancy new birthday AirPods, zipped up my sweatshirt, and donned a baseball cap (to keep the impending rain off my face). I had run in the rain many, many times before. I trained and ran numerous marathons in New York where the weather is not remotely as agreeable as the 284 sunny days per year that Los Angeles enjoys.

I ran a few miles, the sky opened up, and I felt water begin to fall. I ran for a while longer and found a coffee shop where I ordered a nice, warm pour-over cup of warmness. Right then, the rain turned aggressive, the wind started to blow, and everyone (but me) lost their gosh darn mind.

People sprinted for cover, an umbrella blew over outside the window, I heard screaming as people felt the water touch their perfectly coiffed hair and expensively painted faces. The coffee shop’s server slipped as she walked back in. She returned with a concerned look, a stack of (paper) napkins, and a huge yellow caution cone. It was the closest thing I’ve seen to total mayhem in a long while.

I smiled at the terrified humans who seemed not to make the connection that their bodies were 60% comprised of the oh-so-scary stuff falling from the sky. I got my coffee, smiled, put up my hood, and walked out into the storm leaving a trail of aghast Angelinos in my wake.

The rain stopped less than ten minutes later. Los Angeles folks are apparently water-soluble.

The moral of the story

Listen, I have run marathons in temperatures below freezing. I have slogged up mountains in shoes so wet they squished. And I have definitely walked in the rain on a spring day holding a coffee.

The fact of the matter is, the more I spend time braving the elements, the less impacted I am by them. A little bit of rain like that in New York wouldn’t have even brought out an umbrella. Much less a stampede. Why? Because New Yorkers are used to this kind of deluge.

In practically any aspect of life, the more you have done something, the less scary it is. My husband was a skydiver for many years. While it’s still exhilarating, jumping out of a plane is NBD to him. For me, it’s terrifying. I, on the other hand, have spent decades of my life on stages in front of thousands of people. My husband would be petrified.

So, I must ask the question — if presented with the opportunity to experience something that may be scary or uncomfortable, if you know that experience will make you stronger/smarter/more comfortable in the future, why in the world wouldn’t you choose to have that experience? I will probably always choose to jump in feet first. (Obviously, within reason.)

Being uncomfortable, doing hard things, and yes, walking in the rain when it might mess up your hair and makeup might be difficult (emotionally and/or physically). However, having that difficult conversation, saying no when it might upset someone, and choosing consistency over instant gratification will set you apart from the crowd.

Because when the rain comes, you won’t run from it. You will put on your hood and step confidently into it.

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Los Angeles, CA

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