I’ve read the following, although I’m addlibing from memory a little…
“You can’t say you enjoy the rain if you sit beneath a shelter. You are not enjoying the rain but the romantic notion of the rain.”
Tomorrow it will rain and I am not concerend. I will move forwards and appreciate the beauty of the mist created as rain falls. I’ll walk and run along, making my way towards that finish and enjoy every minute of it.
Cold, wet or pain are now irrelevant as without these little things, how can we actually appreciate what is special?