You know those times when the wind shifts and the campfire smoke blows directly into your face? That's what I was met with as I left the house this morning to walk the dogs. Worse yet, in addition to the choking stench, there was a visible haze. It was just hanging there unmoving, as though the world had stopped.
 
The Los Angeles wildfires were indeed here.
 
Considering the natural requirements of the animals, I had no choice to continue on the walk, fully laden X-Vest and all. The internal monologue inculcated "breathe through your nose" -patently counterintuitive given that I'd soon be in very close contact with feces.  [The "scent" of which was exacerbated by last nights consumption of an entire bucket of dog treats]

Fortunately there was a nice breeze. No, scratch that. The breeze sucked. It was actually HOT. There's something quite disturbing about hot wind (insert flatulence joke). On a warm day, a cool breeze offers respite, and at the very worst, adds to the biting cold of the Canadian winter. But hot wind is just... wrong.
 
Whatever the details, there will be no outdoor training today. And as the prescient song goes: Nobody Walks in LA.
 
Raise The Barr!