Miserable, humid, cold.
Not that brisk invigorating cold either.
At any rate…
I only ran a little over 2 and a quarter. Still nursing the slightly torn glute.
It was all on paved roads, very painful.
I had no energy and no desire.
I was probably over-dressed for the cold.
I hit the one mile mark when I noticed Ramon jogging briskly the other way.
Thank god he was in sweats this time, with a grey tassel cap.
“Oh Botendaddy. You look deliciously horrific. Your hot sweaty, undulating grotesque corpse undulating up the hill. I have the perfect elixir to re-invigorate you.”
“Ramon, for Khufu’s sake I can barely move.”
“Oh delightful, scrumptious, malodorous, Yeti-like Botendaddy I will run right behind you to motivate you. Ah the taste of it! You know Mr. Botendaddy it is more than deep Shakespearean love I have for you. It is pure man-lust! I love you I must have you, now!”
Fortunately a long procession of trucks blocked his path across the road and I was safe…for now.
At any rate, I only ran 2.28 today.
That was enough.
Peace be the Botendaddy