The weather forecaster said "sun", said sun for the next ten days, which is why on this grey and drizzly day I am at Habit with a hot apple cider instead of doing my workout. Here feeling burdened by the day. I'd felt good the past couple of runs, motivated, sprite-like, but today it is cold and damp and the blood runs from the peripheries to the core; it runs to the organs. I'm delaying. I'll get out this aft, into the park, a long session which will be less of a tune up for Sunday's race than an important brush stroke in the body of work for Comox.