Wearing a thin yellow t-shirt for my afternoon jog seemed like a good idea considering the heat, until about 10 minutes later when the sun dissappeared behind swirling black clouds, and I was pelted with rain and hail pellets. Why is rain so much worse when you are running up a hill? As I was headed down the Temple hill, I realized my yellow shirt was soaked by the look drivers gave me from the insides of their cars. A lady pulled over to ask if I needed a ride. I said no because I was enjoying the weather, but quickly realized I'd soon be running in front of the high school at lunchtime with my shirt soaking wet, polluting their fresh minds with an X-Ray vision of my middle aged, saggy bouncing flesh. I miss the river trail. At the very least, anyone on the trail to see you would have been wet too. 9:45/11:00 9:45/10:10 | 