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| Gurner's thoughts for another workday. |
Typical weather, typical English weather.
All to walk to the GymTwentyfour with the boots that are already soaked with the intense rain, already I am soaked, and the wind is blowing my umbrella. Which I thought was reinforced.
Pouring it down. Right down and making the wet coat and sweatpants soaked to the fuzz of my calves, worn out hiking boots towards the destination of work.
Puddles soak the tarmac and soak through to boots soles as I push through. Socks rubbing with wetness I cannot describe.
"Do it for the passion" they say.
Typical.