I promised myself that since I wouldn't be able to go to the gym this weekend that I'd atleast take a run around the neighborhood in the morning. I got up at 8.30 and put my running shoes on and let my parents know I was going to take a quick run around the place. Just my luck though, it was raining a steady drizzle. Not to be intimidated, I trudged around about halfway through the 'hood when I thought my brachial tube was just about to collapse. In Dallas, the air is much drier, and it doesn't really rain so much. This was definately new for me, running in the rain, so I wasn't ready for what it would do to my lungs. I walked around for a bit and then got back into my rhythm, and found that after my rest it was much easier to make a go at several inclines. Truth be told, if it rains during the Turkey Trot, the 5k I'm running in November, I'm screwed. I don't think my little ol' lungs could take it.
I came back inside and dried off, and then my dad said that he had a nice bottle of 18 year old Glenlivet, so we had a tipple before coffee and breakfast. It definately made my morning a little more loose. I had forgotten how easy my relationship with my dad is. We see eye-to-eye on lots of things, but on others, I prefer to just nod and smile. These precious moments aren't worth wasting on arguments.
I have to get my bridesmaid dress altered this afternoon, and we have to go shopping for Jessica's wedding shower, which is this afternoon as well. blah.
Signing off, from the Piney Woods,
-Your intrepid, but soggy correspondent.