Thin Privilege In The Rain Just realized something today as I was running. Every day for the past week it starts to rain 20 minutes into my run no matter what time of day even though I check the goddamn radar. Anywho, I'm pissed and decide to pick up the pace so I can get out of the rain quicker and save my phone from getting drenched and broken. Came to the realization that a fatty caught in a rainstorm couldn't do shit. I'm in relatively decent shape and can speed up, even power run all the way home in a matter of minutes. A hambeast would probably waddle into the nearest shelter it could find or maybe just give up and get soaked in the rain because it can't move fast enough. Sidenote: I love running down a particular street that is filled with whale pods and losers. I hope I trigger them as they sit on their front steps smoking and yelling at their crumb crunchers in the yard.