Notes
After I finished up work, I stepped outside and decided it was a beautiful day to go for a run. It was sunny and 55, so I ran back inside, threw on some shorts grabbed my sunglasses and headed out the door. Unfortunately the weather didn't last long. About half a mile in I started feeling rain drops, and a temperature drop. Around one mile the wind started picking up and pushing against me constantly trying to slow my run down to a crawl. Then by a mile and a half the light rain turned into a heavy downpour with the wind whipping it right into my face making it impossible to even look up, but I kept moving forward despite the weathers best efforts to stop me in my tracks. I wasn't having a good time with everything going on, so I decided to cut the run short. As soon as I hit the driveway and stopped running, the wind and the rain followed suit. It was sunny the rest of the day. I have come to the conclusion that the weather simply just hates me.