Because we ran semi-long yesterday, Shelby punked out on our planned trail run today, so I decided to run Wetmore Trail by myself for about four miles and then possibly fit in Hampton Hills on the way home.
Wetmore was really. . .well, wet. I managed to get my shoes and socks soaked AND fall in the first mile. I said to myself, "You got that out of the way. Now you can't fall anymore."
Midway through the run, the wind started blowing and the skies darkened considerably. At that point, I realized that I hadn't told anyone where I would be, and there could be a good chance I'd get struck by lightning and die there on the trail. It looked like this:
|This is EXACTLY how it looked, except there was no weird moon orb hanging in front of me waiting to eat me. Also, no rain and no lightning. Other than that, EXACTLY the same.|
|This is ACTUALLY how it looked. Wetmore Trail.|
I finished before the storm. Whew!
Next week is the Second Sole Made in American Half Marathon. I haven't decided on a strategy. Will I race it or run it? Stay tuned to find out. Until then, run happy, Peeps!
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