No, not the rail road tracks. The track at the local stadium. The (train crazy) Three Year Old thinks I go for long walks down the train track and wants desperately to come with me some day. He's going to be mightily disappointed. So, as I was saying, the sun was shining, the birds were singing and it was a glorious day. I hopped in the car and drove over to the stadium. By the time I got there, a few rain drops had splattered on my windshield. As I start my second time around the track the rain is getting to be annoying and I'm starting to feel wet. During my third time around I'm being pelted with hail. By the fourth circuit the precipitation has stopped altogether and the sun is trying to peek out. I spent the next two circuits trudging along huddled in my jacket, hood up, cold, raw hands stuffed in my pockets while the torrential downpour reminded me why I dislike walking the track.