Have you ever been stopped dead in your tracks while running?
I mean seriously stopped dead.
Wednesday was rockin’ and rollin’ around here. A strong cold front was pushing through and we got a few batches of strong winds.
The first was in the morning, with winds out of the south at 20-30 mph. That worked out fine, since my run in to work is headed north. So it was a wonderful tailwind. No effort and still managed to knock out consistent 8:30 miles. Which was a surprise, since the prior evening’s 10-miler really worked the legs over.
During the day we had a line of storms roll through. The 55mph winds that accompanied it were interesting, blowing down quite a few trees that were damaged during the ice storm of two weeks ago. But I was safe and snug in my office, watching out the window. After the storms rolled through, the winds remained quite strong, slowing turning west at 25-35 mph. At the rate they were turning westerly, I was thinking that I’d get a quartering tailwind for the run home.
That’s what I get for thinking.
Late afternoon, the winds remained west-southwest. Quartering headwind for the run home.
And they picked up.
So I got a five mile resistance training session in, facing into a 45-60mph quartering headwind. Good fun. I just had to watch for trees and power lines.
At least it was 60 degrees.
And the invisible smack-down. Mid-stride. Going from moving forward to stopped dead, just like that.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
Because it’s good to be alive.
(not me by any means, although that’s what it felt like. Vroooooom)