I woke up bright and early yesterday morning to go for my 13km run. It was sunny outside so I was very excited about getting out there and enjoying the day. I wore a light hat and a couple of layers as I knew it would still be a bit chilly out there. It was actually a beautiful morning, sunny, and probably close to zero degrees celcius. Oh yeah, and then there were 39km/h wind gusts. Freaking 39 km/h!! The wind was actually blowing me backwards. At one point it was blowing directly up my nose so I was having trouble breathing. I struggled so hard to finish that run.
Several times I just stopped looked at the sky, shook my fist and yelled, “Seriously????” As I round the corner on my last kilometre, I thought, okay I survived. And then the wind gust came again and that last kilometre threatened to reduce me to tears.
Why do I do this again?