An ominous day on the track. Clouds loom. Luckily I’ve packed my beloved Marmot jacket.
A mile into the run, i feel the first drops. I turn to get my jacket.
Mo is wearing it.
I am conflicted. On the one hand, I’m not excited about getting wet.
But part of being in a relationship is sacrifice. When your significant other’s well-being is more important to you than your own. You might be wet and chilled, but your heart is warm.
Who am I to deprive Mo of this feeling? The jacket is toasty. The run is delightful. Life is good.
I think Seattle people enjoy being wet anyhow …
- 4 miles — 47:08 (11:48) 64
- 11:35, 11:44, 11:58, 11:51
- Piranha-meter — 818 miles