Non-Run for Thursday, 2007-03-22


When you are a quarter-mile into your run and you notice the big dark grey clouds sweeping in from a windward direction and you pump your fist skyward towards your chosen deity and cry aloud that nothing will stop you from getting at least a few miles in that evening, just remember one thing:

He’s a SUPREME BEING. He can hear you!

So. Yeah. I am that dumb.

Tonight’s run was such a disaster that it’s not even going to get its own graph. The rain lasted until just after the first mile, the first half of which was a nice drizzle, while the latter half was a driving gale. It then switched on and off as if by an epileptic Zeus watching too much anime.

Technically, I did get 4 miles in, but the first was warm-up, a Hammer Gel ended the second, and I was walking another 15 minutes after that. I was back at my starting point just at the 50-minute mark, so I certainly didn’t set any land speed records.

No more cursing the heavens.

By Rick Osborne

I am a web geek who has been doing this sort of thing entirely too long. I rant, I muse, I whine. That is, I am not at all atypical for my breed.