Aborted Park Hill-Gimblett Loop

I'm not sure how much to blame the weather. ...No, check that. I sat here for about 90 seconds considering how much to blame the weather. I don't feel good. I'm sniffly and have sneezed away a good part of the day. Perhaps I would have cut the Park Hill-Gimblett Loop to the Levy Loop even if it wasn't raining very hard (ignore that light-rain bullshit at weather.com) and 34 degrees, but I don't think so. I started running regularly, most every day, logging my mileage (among my innumerable regrets is that I no longer have that original diary), in early November, 1973, as a ninth-grader. I'll guess that I have run in weather exactly like this about one other time in the subsequent 35 years, two months and two or three weeks. The only comparable circumstance I recall is the Arkansas AAU Marathon, run on Mount Petit Jean the morning of Feb. 1, 1975. I ran in cold rain last night, and a couple of weeks ago, but those weren't down-pours. This is, was. Fuck. I'm blaming the weather. I didn't want to open my mittens to take the split, and my glasses were too goddamn wet to read my watch, and I don't care what I ran the first mile in anyway. And I feel kind of silly reporting how fast I ran the Levy Loop tonight, but, for the record, 19:14. Oh. There was one funny thing; I ran by three Mexican-American kids playing soccer in the street. I hope they don't lose their diaries.