Shitty weather + shitty roads = shitty run.
Sorry Greg, I liked this title just a little bit better. Thanks for the algebraic equation, I mean suggestion, though.
I could have sworn it was mid-February when I stepped out the door this morning. The skies were gloomy, the footing was atrocious and I was slipping and sliding all over the place. I'm usually one to keep quiet when running by myself, but I actually yelled "this sucks" out loud at about 5-1/2 miles. Yes, it was that miserable.
While I'm on the topic of misery, hopefully tonight's Pats game is slightly less agonizing than last Sunday night's nail-biter. 30- point blowouts might not make for good TV, but they sure help me sleep easier. Plus, I want to try and keep the flying F-bombs to a minimum this week, especially since I'll be watching the game at someone else's house.
Actually, it's about time I get my ass over to said house. Go Pats!
Quote of the Day
"That's what cross-country's about, it's about racing. And the race is about knowing there's someone who can beat you."
- Emily Jones, a youngan who "gets it".