Maybe I’ll skip the Coffee Pot this morning.  After my run I feel like sitting (laying) for a bit.  It was 38 degrees outside and windy.  Oh, and don’t forget the rain that turned to hail in the middle of the run.  And I run by a big fucking lake.  Lots of wind.  But I felt good running.  You know how it is, running in shitty weather.  I get that stupid grimace on my face that I’m sure tells others that I’m crazy.  But it makes going for a run better, because you’re stupid for being out in such shitty conditions, but happy cause you forced yourself to exercise.

Now to lay down and cough for a little (did I mention I’m getting sick also.  Cause I probably am.  I’ve got that hacking cough/sore throat thingie going on).