Mother nature stopped by this weekend. Gave us 6 inches of rain and is still going. I hate the rain. HATE it.

Yesterday I walked/stood in torrential downpours in Southie for 30 minutes trying to get a cab. Eventually I threw myself in front of one fully aware that dying would have been a relief to being repeatedly bitch slapped by mother nature.

Not much of a St Patricks day this year, that's okay though. I wasn't really into it. So the episode in the rain really didn't make me happy, at all.

This weekend and exercising were not best friends. Took the Mav for some long walks in the rain but running in the rain didn't happen. Back on it today. That's all I can do.

Mike, you better register for Broad Street - rain or shine boyyy!

This weather is completely miz. Let me express to you how much I want to go to work right now. Hm. Imagine a 4 year-old temper tantrum with all effects, crying, shrieking and obviously foot stomping. That about sums it up.

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