Blowing in the wind
“Toto! I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore!” But I didn’t see no rainbows, oh no. Holy crud monkey, that run on Saturday was seriously like running through a bloody tornado! (A West Coast tornado that is ;)) All along the boardwalk were smatterings of debris, and clusters of chairs that had been whipped over the patio of a nearby pub. Image by Jonny Lindner from Pixabay I kid you not, on the way out, my body was actually being pushed forward by the gales of wind at my back. I could feel my legs speeding up; the winds would not let me go slow. And I’ve got to be honest, that part of the run, was totally fun. I mean, if I could have my own personal wind at my back (like Father Time blowing non-stop hefty gusts of air) pushing me through a marathon, I’d be like […]
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