Prairie Wind Storm - Pain in the ass or nice way to exfoliate your skin?
I went for my run last night. It was hot and humid. And then as I was coming out of the woodchip path the wind came. I saw the clouds but I was having such a fantastic run that I didn't want to quit and I thought I could make it in time. Nope. Then as I started crossing the bridge and panic started hitting me and the pain of blowing dirt was hitting my face and the wind was so hard that it was making me almost fall over against the wall of the bridge. Wind blowing in my eyes scraping up my contacts. It was insane. I got off the bridge running full out the whole time and came down onto Spadina and a HUGE gust came and literally almost took me off my feet. I couldn't control where I was running and I screamed high pitch like a girl. Powerful stuff. Then the wind was at my back and it was like running down hill the whole rest of the way. Oh yeah to stop any kind of lecture about running alone....Kad Millwork was biking his little BMX beside me so don't worry people I never go out alone. It's actually quite fun because he does all his little BMX bike tricks. Actually, he's really good at them. Like a circus show when I'm running. Most of the time I watch and hope he wipes out so I can laugh but it hasn't happened yet. A lady running past us started laughing at him. I'm sure he looks like a criminal riding some stolen bike with tattoos all over his arms riding all slow beside a preppy girl in lululemon.
So I made it home. I love storms like that. They just energize me. Here's some pics....
Dirt Sock Line
Dirt on my arm
I think my neck looks like an aliens
Another sock line
So yeah that was my fantastic run last night. One of the best runs I've had in about a week. I haven't been feeling to confident lately but this one helped. I was starting to feel really down.
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My legs looked like that after our 16K hike. Except with a few bug bites. Now it hurts to shave them, so I'm moving to Paris, where it's acceptable to have hairy legs and drink wine with lunch.
I can not say I have run around outside during a wind storm. When we were in Osler, Art was outside planting a tree, when a good old wind storm came up. I will have to dig up the picture and post it on the blog. He is absolutely filthy!!
Sounds fun. I remember walking home from school in those dirt storms. It would sting my face and I could hardly see, everything was just brown. I cried sometimes. Yeah, I sure don't miss those.
Tee hee! You said ass. I'm telling.
DAD SAID SHIT LAST NIGHT.
I got caught in a windstorm in Cranbrook with Tye when he was about two. He was in a stroller so I knelt down in front of him to shield him from the dirt. He cried anyway. When we got back to his Grandma's house I took off his cloths for a bath and he had dirt stuck in his belly button and inside his diaper.
Lasy night Glen foung a hickory stick in Sam's diaper... I don't know how that happened... ?
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Hickory stick. Wow!! I found lots of stuff I didn't want to find in a diaper ( mostly poop) but never a hickory stick.
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