Yesterday it was below zero, but barely. So it didn’t stop it from raining. Everything was covered in a nice layer of ice. The thought of driving in those conditions was scary.
This morning though, I went out running. It sucked. Big time. I ran about 24 km, and there was barely every any traction. I got back home somewhat depressed. I hadn’t done a long run for four weeks before, but I really felt out of shape. And I hadn’t enjoyed that run. I was thinking I wasn’t cut out for doing a marathon. After awhile though I figured that it was just a bad day for running. If I had traction I would have been fine. So I’m going to be a poor workman and blame my tools.
I remember earlier today thinking of some things that I would mention in this journal. But now they have completely slipped my mind. Maybe I’ll remember them later.