Sandy may not have brought the rain and severe winds that were forecasted and prepared for, but she sure did make the last 48 hours feel like one long pre-storm twilight.
Friday night found me at another high school football game to hand out free hot chocolate. Initially I was concerned because the temperature hovered in the upper-60s, unlike the last game where the night quickly cooled and cold hands sought hot beverages eagerly. But the wind whipped all night, bringing through periodic bursts of fine rain, leaving the fans sodden and chilled and thankful for the drinks.
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Unsure of what Saturday morning would bring, I had ditched the garage sale plan Friday afternoon. Upon waking, I discovered more of what Friday night had brought. Gray turbulent skies, small bands of drizzling rain. Perfectly acceptable running weather.
But apparently most of Goldsboro was waiting to see how things would play out; the streets were eerily deserted, with the exception of me (clad in the neon-green Go! STL half marathon tech shirt) and the usual neighborhood dogs.
This morning's long run was the same - another day-glo shirt worn to be seen in the hazy gray - and the two hours took on a Twilight Zone quality. One minute I would be running into a fierce headwind, staring up at churning clouds; the next, I would round a bend and I would find myself looking at a normal horizon and in a near vacuum of stillness.
Very bizarre. Even the poor cats, normally very punctual with their requests for food, were confused by the half-light.
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While I ran today, I thought about the upcoming race in Richmond. I realized that it is not only my tenth half marathon; it is the first long distance race where I will be the first of my little group to cross the finish line.
I'm having my doubts about the 1:50 goal, but I know I will PR.
And then I will get to holler as Glenna, David, and James cross.
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