bleaurgh

and thus comes to a close a grand weekendly tradition stretching way back to april, and not with a bang, but a whimper.

oddly enough, that's quite how it began: with a pocketful of cold-eze and a lot of moisture.

i woke up with a sore throat and expecting bad weather. well, the weather was worse than bad: it was raining. ugh.

so i skipped the hike.

i went for a run instead and it sucked. i got to ignore the throat for a while while i appreciated the bodily indignities of a good, cold, wet run.

i figure i've got enough week-day hikes racked up that i can credit them toward weekend hikes and thus consider my chain of hikes unbroken once i begin again.

heh.