Jan 17
Wally had a day off, and even with the cold weather making being outside a little less appealing, he hadn't had a proper long distance run this week having to settle for a short 5k before work in the pitch black. He ventured to Rock Creek Park to get in a more substantial distance down on his Strava for the week. He was just turning down a more populated trail with a picnic area when his running belt snapped and fell to the ground, one of the attached water bottles cracking and spilling. "A fuck", he groaned, backtracking to where it had fallen to inspect the damage and if he could salvage the belt to last the rest of his run.