Today while I was walking my daily three miles it randomly started pouring at about mile 2.3.
Alas, I was .7 miles from my car, so I just kept on keeping on.
And I was so stupid about the whole thing that I was even singing Jo Dee Messina’s “Bring on the Rain” in my head as I did it.
Then, I was enjoying the nature of it all so much, that I did my regular stretching/calf work-out routine at the end – complete with buckets of water being dropped on my head.
Now, I’m super worried I’m going to get sick.
My immune system is weaker than a meth addicts’ will power PLUS tomorrow is my day off. The odds are not good.
Actually, I’m not really sure if the whole “get out of the rain or you’ll get sick” thing is even real. I seem to remember a Dateline or 20/20 back in the day explaining to me that it was all a bunch of crap. But I can’t remember if it was that, or the “get out of the cold or you’ll get sick” thing. Or both.
I washed my hands about 17 times today to be safe, and that doesn’t even count all the times I splattered purell on them.
Frick, I think I feel achy.
vitamin c sigh.
life is hard.
i don’t get sick in the rain, or the cold, but then i’m sort of durable. it’s funny, if a meth addict has such weak will power then why don’t i see more obese meth addicts? huh… this is a mystery.