And the rain came down

Yesterday morning (Wed) I woke up determined to go for a run since I hadn't exercised at all Sunday, Monday or Tuesday.   After jogging to the end of my parking lot, I was stopped in my tracks by this:

These pictures were taken about 20 minutes after I first stumbled upon my flooded street.   With the response team hard at work sucking the water up, these pictures don't even come close to showing the actual depth and span of the water that flooded the street.   There was caution tape everywhere. . . so I didn't actually go running (I am starting to doubt my ability to complete the race.  3 weeks of little to no training other than long runs is NOT a good thing).  I monitored the caution tape and water levels closely but around lunch time I may or may not have illegally driven out of my driveway to go to class.  I mean, by that time, the water was gone but the none of the tape or barricades were.  I am sure St.Paul would have understood that I am in the process of finishing up my masters degree and HAD to leave my apartment to attend class.  A girls gotta do, what a girls gotta do. 

Today I am deeply thankful that I moved to a second floor apartment.   Jesus had the timing just right on this one!