Julia Sucks.

It never gets cold in San Francisco. It gets chilly. Sometimes windy and chilly. Sometimes chilly and foggy- but cold isn't something it does. Which is perfect for running. You can wear pretty much anything from a grungy tank top to a full lulumelon spandex suit (which is the sf "jogging" standard issue inform. lame)

Guess where is cold? Fort Collins. Super fucking cold. And you know what cold equals? Cold equal cancel. Cancel running. Stay inside and eat some lasagna. Which I probably would have done were it not for two reasons:

1) My jeans are getting to that point where it is uncomfortable to do anything but stand.

2) Julia is a pain in my ass. More painful than sitting in my jeans- which is saying something.

So there was no canceling. There was running. Running with not enough clothing and below 0 wind chill. I wised up a little on day two and wore a hat and some really retarded looking wool socks, but it was still unpleasant.

Which is why tomorrow we are going to a gym. And indoor gym with heat. Where we can wear shorts and sweat our asses off. And you know who is going to hate this? Julia. You know who doesn't give a rats ass? Me.

See you indoors suckas.

Hobbs