Life is getting crazy. Vacation time is fast approaching. An international move is on the horizon. My running mates are away on vacation. So I took a break from running. It will not help me when I do the Army Run that is approaching at an alarming rate but I decided a break was in order.
There was a freak thunder storm in the morning that was followed by blue skies. I felt safe to go for a walk with my mom and the poodle in her pretty stroller. As we were walking I could see angry black clouds approaching. The wind picked up at an alarming rate. Thunder clapped. Heavy rains were coming. I was wearing my oh so pretty orange Crocs and carrying my camera. The blue skies gave me a false sense of security. I was without a rain coat and carrying my dSLR. The camera was promptly wrapped in several of the poodle’s dog poop bags and put in the stroller with her. I then ran. Ran not for the exercise, not for the fun of it. I ran for my life. The rain came sideways. Thunder boomed. And I ran for shelter. As I was running across the park I was grateful for time spent running. I was cursing my Crocs that were filling with water. The poodle was hanging on for dear life in her stroller.
I learned later that there was a tornado watch on during that period. If I am going to be stunned about the possibility of serious weather coming I at least need to improve my running. I see running now not as a form of torture but as something that may save my life.