I am sick to death of this weather. I wouldn’t mind so much if I hadn’t signed up for this running group. I feel compelled to go on the group runs despite that I’d much rather do the workout indoors than have to wake up with another sore throat from the raw temperatures. Plus I’m not a fan of bundling up like a neon sausage.
Cars don’t like us on the road much either. We’ve had close calls and lots of honking and fist shaking every time. The sidewalks are too icy and there is slush and crap in the shoulders, so we are kind of in the middle of the road. Running tense isn’t my favorite. I like the idea of being a hood ornament even less.
Toughening me up, my ass. It’s just making me cranky. The head coach thinks this will pay back in improved performance and that we will thank him. To that, I say, pahtooey.
/end of rant