Comeback

I've been planning my running comeback all week (or, at least, ever since my unintentional suicide attempt last Monday). I've been a good girl, sipping my hot peppermint-and-honey tea, gargling with salt water and not exerting myself too much, the only physical activity being a half-arsed crack at climbing last Wednesday. Only the ghost of my sore throat remains.

How shall I be rewarded for my superhuman patience and enormous self discipline? I hear you ask. Well, since you want to know, let me tell you! The weather forecast for tomorrow, the day of my planned comeback, promises such delights as a downpour of wet snow and strong winds, with temperatures staying just above zero, so that said snow can turn to slush (at best) or ice (most likely).

Good thing I'm tough as nails and not afraid of doomsday weather conditions or unimportant, minor, silly little injuries like broken bones.