NOTE TO SELF:
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.
