I Run, Therefore I Am.... Nuts

It's raining sideways. The temperature is 25 degrees Celsius (about 77 Fahrenheit), near the coldest I've felt in over 10 months, and there's a stiff wind. I've been running hard for about an hour. Despite the temperature and wind, I'm shirtless and steaming from my head and torso. I'm soaked not just to the skin, but THROUGH it, as if my flesh was just another piece of fabric. My organs are wet. Moreso than they are under normal circumstances, I'm sure. My shoes and socks are completely waterlogged and with each step, they squish and eject water back into the environment. Water streams into my eyes, and with each exhalation a shower spews from my lips and moustache. Like a kid in the bathtub, the tips of my fingers and toes are pink raisins. From stomping through puddles, my legs up to the mid-thigh where my shorts begin are covered with mud. After my run when I slow to a walk, my legs shake uncontrollably, exhausted to the point where they can barely support my weight. As my heart rate and body temperature start to drop back to normal, I'm exhausted, in pain, filthy, and freezing. I walk back to Chacko Homes, take a frigid shower and look forward to doing it again tomorrow.

Monsoon season is AWESOME.