What a weekend.
Obviously, the Friday Freedom Run didn't happen; when you're in the middle of a good book and you come home to a cold beer and the weather is singing of spring, it's hard not to grab said book and beer and settle in on the deck for a long read.
Saturday I spent the day cleaning house, then watching movies with James, then freaking out and cleaning up our yard after a little Midwest storm action happened. A series of tornado touchdowns, complete with 70 mph winds and quarter- to golf ball-sized hail swept through the coastal plains, wantonly wreaking havoc as tornados do. One town’s Lowe’s was leveled, while another received only rain.
Other than our poor azaleas being stripped of their blooms and a brief flooding of the yard, our house and vehicles were unharmed. Thank god for the awesome drainage of sandy soil.
Today’s run was awesome. The tang of fresh broken pine needles hung in the air in the wake of the storm. The air was clear and crisp and the roads were quiet. It was still a tad windy, but nothing like yesterday’s gusts.
The father of my friend’s daughter’s boyfriend passed away on Friday. Sounds like I’m reaching for something, I know, but I know the friend’s daughter, I know her boyfriend. I will probably be sore tomorrow from this run (and from the planned yard work afterwards) but I can’t help but feel glad that I’m able to feel that pain.
Miles 140-145: 57 minutes of thanks.
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