A Brooklyn, NY transplant in her mid-thirties woman who lost 176 pounds, whinges on about not having time to knit, cooks food, became a veganist, loves pizza and hates everything (though now she's trying not to).
Today was supposed to be a running day with The Husband, but as anyone of my friends could tell ya, it’s raining cats and dogs.
I allowed him to skip after about 30 seconds because he sought out veggie pho yesterday and was still feeling ill today. Lucky, dryThe Husband.
Despite the increasing droplets, I decided to continue on. Since it was just me, I got to run longer with fewer breaks (actually just a 1 minute break at the half-way mark). I was stoked because I did really well… I really wasn’t even too cognizant of the rain until my cool down walk.
I know a few of the more awesome people I know were running half marathons in that mess, but I was pleased with my 40 minutes out in the more-than-a-drizzle. Great way to start a Saturday…
… or so I thought, up to the point that I took my belled shoes off, remembering that they have not been washed since Color Me Rad. My socks were blue, as were my feet.