|Is it possible to like your own race pic, ever? I think not.|
Yesterday we had a massive cloudburst-style thunderstorm. Rivers of water pouring down the streets, poor little xeriscaped plants not knowing what to do with themselves with all this water.
After the storm ended and everything drip-dried a bit, I went for an easy 5 mile run. Usually I'm in my Nike Pegasuses on the trails unless I'm doing hills, but I grabbed my actual trail shoes due to the puddles and the mud. (Saucony Peregrines -- review on them after I have 100 miles on them, but man, these are a great light shoe.)
The humidity was not bad compared to places that actually have humidity, like the armpit that is the East Coast this time of year. But for northern Utah it was a swamp, and within a few minutes I had a sheen of sweat covering me instead of the usual instant salt wash resulting from a normal evening run. I dodged puddles and kept a good pace, even when I had to run through a cloud of little flying ants that swarmed the wet trails.
I arrived home and prepared to stretch, when I noticed a couple of little flying ants had stuck to me. Ew. I then looked in the mirror.
It turns out curly hair doubles as an excellent bug catcher. Screw stretching. Hit the showers!
I sometimes hate nature.