I don’t like hearing complaints about imperfect-for-ME weather until the moment that the bad weather has lingered too long , breaks me and I join the masses of complainers. The fact that so many whinge away about it on Facebook after one slightly unsettled day is a whole new level of irritation for me, but I knew I reached my personal tipping point with the near one straight month of rains when I posted something snarky about it late last week. Apparently, this is what bad weather does to your spirit. And then it turns your umbrella inside out.
The fact that it is sunny today actually has me slightly confused, like it might be a trap, blinding me with brightness as I set out without my Wellies in the car only to be duped by that devious storm cell waiting to drench me. I have gotten so despondent, that I have not gone for a run in about eight days. No wonder I am twitchy and suspicious and posting snark. March has definitely been a lion, but I am comforted that it looks like it will leaving us like a lamb.
I decided to pull out another one of the shots from the photo shoot with Anne back on that gorgeous January day. I liked this one for today because I look like a fee-fi-foh-fumming ass-kicking giant here, and I need all the motivation I can get to bust out a few miles tonight. It should be noted however, that with the sun’s return, and the first quarter of the year coming to an end, I am feeling very excited for the next adventure. Oh and, my weather complaint slate is cleared too.