- First, there's the temperature. It was just 21.4 degrees this morning. That's a bit better than the 15.2 degrees on Tuesday morning but it's still pretty darn cold.
- Second, there's the dark. By this time of the year, we're working on three straight months of trudging outside when it's still pitch black.That's pretty depressing.
- Then, there's the fact that it's cold & flu season. Do I really want to take the risk of getting worn down when Kim and Jay have been hacking away for the past few days?
I have a confession to make -- I don't wash my running clothes each time I wear them. You read that right. They do go through the regular wash on Mondays and Fridays with the rest of the dirty clothes in the house. But, on the other days of the week, I wash them by hand.
"Wash" is probably not the right word. After I get back from my run, I fill my bathroom sink up with water, throw my shorts and shirt in the sink, and let them sit there while I shower. When I get out of the shower, I swish things around a bit, drain the water out of the sink, and then wring out my clothes. It's that last part that I hate.
It's one thing to wring out a singlet in the summer. It's something entirely different to try and wring out a long sleeve shirt in the winter. Water gets everywhere. It drips on the counter. It drips on the floor. Most mornings, it even manages to get on the mirror. Worst of all, while I'm wringing out one part of the shirt, the excess water invariably just runs down and soaks another part of the shirt. That means I have to start all over again. The whole process is just ridiculous. This morning, I just decided I couldn't do it any more.
Of course, I could just buy a couple more shirts and shorts and wear a different one each morning. That would be too easy, though. And, it would take away one of my excuses. I couldn't have that happen.