i hate wind.

i hate wind.

i hate running into the wind.

i hate crouch-running into the early-morning blast-from-the-canyon wind.

i hate setting my alarm way too early on saturday to roll out of bed and stumble into my sneakers to go crouch-running into and get gravel-blasted by the early-morning blast-from-the-canyon wind.

i hate wind.


(p.s. katrina...wish you were here.)