I went for a 7 mile run this morning. 6 and 1/2 of those miles were in the pouring rain.
The picture doesn't really give it justice. I was soaked. Dripping, actually. I could literally wring out every article of clothing I was wearing, even my underwear.
But I loved it. Every last sopping footfall.
And that, my friends, is the story of my obsession.
P.S. I am truly sorry that I haven't written for so long. Much has happened since the last time we chatted. And by lots, I mean LOTS. So basically, next time I post, prepare yourselves for an outrageously long and informative narrative of my life for the past month and half. Meanwhile, I will be rocking the life of an at-risk-youth-saving-hippie.
How's that for a cliffhanger?