May 27, 2008
Yesterday was Memorial Day. On most Memorial Days I plan a run through local cemeteries and call it the Tour de Cemeteries. Running amidst all of those flowers can be both fragrant and beautiful. On earlier occasions, I'd hit the Memorial Day lottery by catching a military service in action.
Not this Memorial Day. It rained. Everyone knows I don't run in the rain because I'll melt.
After the reverbial sounding of my "get-your-butt-outta-bed-and-run" alarm, I turned it off and listened to the pitter-patter of the rain. Actually pitter-patter is too delicate a description. I listened to the pounding of the rain.
First thought: I'm gonna hafta run on a treadmill.
Second thought: Vera is taking me to Death Cab for Cutie tonight.
Third thought: It's an outdoor venue.
Fourth thought: I get to wear Gore-Tex!
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Ahh gear! Uttering the words is...well...opps, now I need a cigarette!
I always love when I get to ignore my "get-your-butt-outta-bed-and-run" due to inclement weather. That is I love it until I see the treadmill--ugg. (Did you know that treadmill miles count double?) Also, I don't think you'd melt, but that did make me laugh out loud!
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