Wind, rain and a long run
My training plan for the Philadelphia Marathon indictated an 18-mile run this weekend. The weather forecast for both Saturday and Sunday was horrible - rain, sometimes heavy; windy, with gusts up to 60 mph; and maybe even some snow or sleet just for fun.
When I got up at 7am this morning, the wind was so loud it sounded like a freight train was right outside our house. But when I took Jasper, our dog, out for his morning walk a few minutes later, it really wasn't raining too hard and the temperature was 42 degrees. So I decided to run.
I wore a running cap with a brim to keep the rain out of my eyes, tights to keep my legs semi-warm, and a water-resistant long-sleeve running jacket. The first 5 miles out the wind was at my back, which helped me run about 30 seconds faster per mile than usual. It wasn't raining too hard, and I felt great. But right after I passed the 5-mile mark, a huge gust of wind came up, almost blew me off my feet, and a big branch broke off a tree and fell right in front of me. A woman driving by in a small blue car stopped to make sure I was OK, but the branches had completely missed me. I kept running.
At 5.5 miles I turned left, right into the wind. Periodically I'd hear the freight train sound of the wind, grab my hat to keep it from flying off, and brace myself to stay on my feet. Small branches and leaves blew past me, and I heard loud cracks in the woods as larger limbs came crashing down. It began to rain even harder. More than once I couldn't make any headway running into the wind, so I just stood my ground and waited for the gust to stop.
At the 9-mile mark I turned around to retrace my steps, with the wind primarily at my back. My husband drove by on his way to the dump, and I waved to let him know I was fine. Actually, at this point I was feeling great. The wind died down a bit, and no more tree branches fell in my area. I stopped quite a few times to throw larger branches to the side of the road, but kept on running.
As I crested a hill with three miles to go until home, the sun started shining even though it was still raining. I looked around, and there was a beautiful rainbow, right in front of me. The rain, sun, and rainbow didn't let up until I was almost home. Even now, almost two hours later, I can see a rainbow through the window of my office as I sit typing.
Long runs aren't just for conditioning legs and lungs to go the 26.2 mile distance of the marathon. They're also crucial for mental conditioning. If I can run through weather like this, I know I can definitely finish a marathon. Even more important, I'm confident I can handle just about anything in life that blows up in my face. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other until I'm home, and when I'm really lucky I'll have a rainbow to guide the way.
Have a great weekend!
Lynn
When I got up at 7am this morning, the wind was so loud it sounded like a freight train was right outside our house. But when I took Jasper, our dog, out for his morning walk a few minutes later, it really wasn't raining too hard and the temperature was 42 degrees. So I decided to run.
I wore a running cap with a brim to keep the rain out of my eyes, tights to keep my legs semi-warm, and a water-resistant long-sleeve running jacket. The first 5 miles out the wind was at my back, which helped me run about 30 seconds faster per mile than usual. It wasn't raining too hard, and I felt great. But right after I passed the 5-mile mark, a huge gust of wind came up, almost blew me off my feet, and a big branch broke off a tree and fell right in front of me. A woman driving by in a small blue car stopped to make sure I was OK, but the branches had completely missed me. I kept running.
At 5.5 miles I turned left, right into the wind. Periodically I'd hear the freight train sound of the wind, grab my hat to keep it from flying off, and brace myself to stay on my feet. Small branches and leaves blew past me, and I heard loud cracks in the woods as larger limbs came crashing down. It began to rain even harder. More than once I couldn't make any headway running into the wind, so I just stood my ground and waited for the gust to stop.
At the 9-mile mark I turned around to retrace my steps, with the wind primarily at my back. My husband drove by on his way to the dump, and I waved to let him know I was fine. Actually, at this point I was feeling great. The wind died down a bit, and no more tree branches fell in my area. I stopped quite a few times to throw larger branches to the side of the road, but kept on running.
As I crested a hill with three miles to go until home, the sun started shining even though it was still raining. I looked around, and there was a beautiful rainbow, right in front of me. The rain, sun, and rainbow didn't let up until I was almost home. Even now, almost two hours later, I can see a rainbow through the window of my office as I sit typing.
Long runs aren't just for conditioning legs and lungs to go the 26.2 mile distance of the marathon. They're also crucial for mental conditioning. If I can run through weather like this, I know I can definitely finish a marathon. Even more important, I'm confident I can handle just about anything in life that blows up in my face. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other until I'm home, and when I'm really lucky I'll have a rainbow to guide the way.
Have a great weekend!
Lynn