As a young girl goes to the bridal chamber, so go I to Crissy Field for my day's run.

I'll let you ponder the possible parallels in this simile for a moment:
excitement?
nervousness?
breathlessness?
partial dread?

Ultimately, the most ribald and salacious parallel comes from the very heavens itself: it was wet out there today, folks. Rainy. Crappy. Blah.

I liked the rain when it was a novel, twice-a-year thing back when I lived in San Diego. People would actually stop working, go outside and look at it come down. It was newsworthy.

Here it just sucks. It's a hot heap of suck.

But I digress. I got my easy run in. Tomorrow's an off day, then a Vibram trot on Saturday and another run on Superbowl Sunday.

¡Felicidades!