Saturday morning I literally floated down the interstate in a monsoon to New Braunfels for a little community-held jaunt around a neighborhood. Air temperatures were perfect for running - singlet with light gloves - but the actively running water and construction on the course made it more like spring cross country. I dealt with that.
I got out-sprinted by a guy with only one arm and the majority of one calf missing. After the race, I found out he was an ex-SEAL. Which helped me swallowed that.
I accepted that.
Don't tell anyone, but I may be almost, kind of, but only barely enjoying this ¡short! and ¡hard! stuff. However, until I'm faster, I'm not ok with that.