One not-so-fun run

Some of you already know that my friend Carolina and I are training for the Philadelphia marathon. We're using a fairly straightforward training program, with 3-4 short runs during the week, and one long run each weekend, and the distances increase slightly each week. So far, I've been fairly motivated, but yesterday I had to practically drag myself out of bed to get up and run. I was tired from having stayed up late to watch a movie about Heidi Fleiss, and it was windy and raining. We ran a loop along the Charles River, got soaked, and no matter what direction we were going, we were running Bob Seger style (against the wind). My discomfort reached a new level when I was stung by a bee, for the first time in my life. Right on the meaty part of my calf. It hurt like a biatch. It was a yellowjacket, not one of those round fuzzy bumblebees, who I imagine are quite friendly and would never do something like sting a miserable, drenched jogger.