The chronicles of an out of shape (and obviously deranged) romance writer who got the insane idea to run a marathon.
Monday, August 26, 2013
As if the diesel fumes weren't bad enough, a skunk sprayed half the neighborhood during the night! I managed to do my usual 1-1/2 mile loop, despite the nauseating smell. I had hoped to extend my distance this morning, but between the disgusting odor and exhaustion due to a weekend "cross-training" (i.e., doing two days of back-breaking yard work), I hurried back into the house instead.