The weather here has been kind of shitey lately, but I really really wanted to get a run in. So, I left work a bit early while things were dryish, got home, changed, and ran for about 15 minutes in drizzle before the heavens opened. I always had this idea that running in the rain would be refreshing. That is completely, 100% not true. It’s sticky and water drips off my nose and into my eyes. I don’t like it.
Week 6 is kicking my butt hard. I went back to Robert today (oh Robert, I can’t quit you) mostly because I didn’t want to take my phone out in the monsoon. So I took the little ipod instead. I think I respond well to his authoritarianism. “I will run until Robert tells me I can stop.” It works.
Now I am going back to work for a couple more hours. Sigh.
Running While Fat 