11 miles yesterday in the cold, rain and wind. Just for a change of pace today, I went for a run in the cold, rain and wind. 16 miles. Maybe not the worst run of my life, but it was up there. Just another time in a runner's life when I'm wondering what I'm doing outside for 2 hours on a rainy Sunday when I should be wearing my sweats, sitting on the couch and watching a bad action movie.
So I had Stevie commemorate the occasion with a picture:
After running, while reading some short stories by Vladimir Nabokov, I came across the following passage from his story "Gods":
Kind of put the lousy run in perspective.