About 5 miles into our 7 mile run (I run 7 miles on a Wednesday evening - I have already proven that I am badass), it started raining. Rain was hitting my face and I could feel the water running down my cheeks. As the sun set, the temperature dropped and my nose started running. I just wiped it with my sleeve. My badass running partner would spit into the bushes from time to time. I was convinced that everyone that drove by us thought "wow, what a badass running couple".
And then we turned onto the home stretch with about a quarter mile left to run. My hands started getting kind of cold. I covered them up with my sleeves like a 5th grader does when she doesn't listen to her dad and chooses not to wear gloves. Also, I started to get kind of tired. When we got home, we were welcomed by a 14 pound yipper dog. Well, at least I got to feel badass for a good 15 minutes :)
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