When I woke up, it was miserably cold and raining and foggy. Great combination.
I drove to Nehru Park and I have scarcely seen it as eerie and quiet as I did today. Not a car, or a person in sight.
I sat there listening to cello music and debated for nearly ten minutes. I had a super hard interval session and I couldn’t quite fathom running those today. In this dark, cold and wet weather.
I went home, trying to remember the last time this may have happened. I couldn’t – which is probably a good thing. At any rate, I took the day off.