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).