Yesterday morning we were planning on doing an early morning run/strength session at Bond Park, but woke up to an absolute downpour. I'm all for running in the rain, but some guy named Noah was building an ark down the street.
(Some street in Raleigh yesterday)
I opened the door for Tassie to go outside and she happily started running towards it until she caught a glimpse of the wall of water coming down. She came to a skidding stop and wouldn't go out. It took me a long time to get her outside - neither Marty or I were going to be home until well after 4pm and she NEEDED to go out!
And please, can someone tell me the trick to getting in the car with your umbrella without the whole thing dripping all over you?!
We should've known better, but decided to ride outside after work anyways. I actually was content to sit on the trainer since the roads were all gunky, but Marty decided to skip his Kung Fu practice and I didn't want to miss out on the chance to ride with him (read: draft off of him). We made it about 2/3 of the way through before another heavy downpour drenched us. Cars were splashing us big time and I could barely see. I was feeling kind of sorry for myself imagining what I must've looked like to the passengers staring at me at the stoplights. Oh well, what doesn't kill you...wait, last time I said that I ate at McDonald's. Thankfully, I didn't do that last night.
But this morning I did have 3 thick pieces of French Toast after Master's. I was starving and justified it by having just swum 3500 meters. It held me off until now (11:30) and I'm starving again and heading back to the cafeteria. Time for lunch! And time for me to get off internet and start doing real work (I just took an itty break, I promise!)