As I woke this morning pretty extra early because I'd napped the day before and thereby lost sleeping hours relegated to my usual sleeping period, I figured the day would be a pretty awesome one afill with sunshine and blue skies.
As I walked out in the morning light, I felt even more assured of this and took in a deep breathe of fresh crisp morniningness. I sauntered to my bus stop and there she was, another person awaiting the bus, decked with rainboots and raincoat.
"Hmm," I thought to myself. "Why is she wearing her rainboots? Is this just for fashion or does she know something that I don't know?"
Upon consideration that I did not check the weather forecasts anytime recently, I had a sneaking suspicion that the latter was the case. Darn.
As I got off an hour and half later at my office building, I looked at the skies and commiserated with a coworker as he held the door open for me, about how the skies are all grey and it's gone cold again.
So here I am, finally sitting down after reviewing things with my staff, and yes as my title says, my glutes hurt.
This being a result of cycling down ravines. Do not try at home.