browneyedboy

I'm convinced Murphy's Law will be in effect this morning. It's 27 degrees, sunless, and just cold. It'll probably be even colder around the lake. If I go, no one else is going to be there. If I don't go, I'm going to miss out on something good, because Murphy hates me. AND I officially have my first 'injury' of this training period. When it's cold out, I wear this hat:



with this top:



with these pants



Cute outfit, no? The problem is with the pants though. If you look closely you can see a little grey stripe on the left ankle. That's actually a zipper and there is one on each pant leg. This keeps the pant tapered so you don't trip over your pant legs during longer distances. The bottom end of the zipper on my right leg has worn a nice little, two-inch long, bloody groove into the back of my Achilles tendon. Truth be told, it ain't that bad, but it does hurt when I walk. Pant legs and socks rub against it, open up the scab, and then I just get irritable. It's not really enough to keep me out though.

So why oh why did I have to be the one to send an email to the Group inviting everyone to join me for a run this morning? If I bail out, I'm that guy. If I go...chances are it'll be just me and the marathoners; the marathoners who will leave me in the dust anyway. Hmmm. Oh how I'd like to just have some more tea, grab a blanket, and watch The Goonies on TBS.

Issaquah, btw, is only 18 minutes outside of Seattle. I have some thinking to do this weekend; but after I get changed. Sigh. After.