Ughn. Ughn. UGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNnnnnnnnn.
NOTE: Whoever uploaded the above misspelled “Frankenstein.”
I don’t know if it was the whirlwind Atlanta trip to see Raiders: The Adaptation (totally worth it though). Or if it’s a lingering malaria malady. Or if it’s the restless hour or two of sleep on that lumpy Rodeway Inn mattress in Morrow, GA. Or if it’s the years and the mileage taking their toll. But whatever the case, it was a very, very, VERY slow 10K this afternoon.
Were it not for a string of lightning bolts in the distance, complete with ever shortening timelines of rolling thunder indicating the strikes were getting closer and closer, I would have walked a whole lot more.
But there’s nothing like a shock of lightning (or the threat of same) to get the blood pumping, to get the legs moving, to in short spark one to life and to finish the distance.
By the by, I wound up not being struck by lightning. So there’s that for a win. And some days one has to take the wins where one can.