Soaked to the Bone

I kind of love Sunday runs. They're the yin to the Saturday run's yang. Mellow, time to regroup and reflect on this whole process; simultaneously closing out a week of training while ushering in a new one. Wiping clean the slate of Saturday evening's transgressions.

It was fucking pouring out today, though. Just six, which turned into 6.5. Absolutely hideous torrential rain the entire time. My stupid yurbuds earbuds kept slipping out of my ears. Of course it stopped raining as soon as I turned onto my street. Ah well. I did it. Six and a half miles closer to Boston.