I see how you do, Stumpjump. You're a sneaky little bastard. You let me have an awesome tempo run on Day 1. Allowing me to start getting cocky and confident in my abilities. And then the next day, day 2, you strike with your first attempt to de-rail my training. You arrange with mother nature to have me wake up to off and on downpours of rain.
Puh-lease. Who do you think I am? Some kind of amateur? You think some little rain storm in JULY (for chrissakes) is going to keep me in bed? You think I'm some sissy who melts in the rain?
Nice try, Stumpjump. Next time... you'll need to bring the big guns with you.