Holy mackaroly! Fall came blasting in last night with bang. Yesterday was absolutely beautiful, temps were in the high 70’s, low 80’s. Sunny skies with with puffy clouds lazily rolling by. Everyone in Chicago was out taking advantage of the unbelievable blessing Mother Nature gave us. That is one cool thing about the people in Chicago, when we get good weather, everyone is outside enjoying every last bit of it. The bars and restaurants were hopping with various and sundry NFL games on their big screens. I was able to keep up with quite a few games on my run as they all had their windows and doors open to the day. It was fantastic.
For once, the weather forecasters got it right in their assertion that things were going to change pretty dramatically that night. Sure enough, as I was enjoying the Colts on Sunday Night Football, the wind picked up and the sideways rain started. Sideways rain always fascinates me, but I usually only appreciate it when I’m indoors and dry. The rain didn’t last for very long but the winds kept up all night long, bringing much cooler temperatures. By the time I woke up the next morning for my run, it was in the low 50’s and the winds were still howling at about 35 MPH, gusting to 50 MPH. Reason enough to blow off my run right? Unfortunately the grown up in me did the right thing and ran anyway. I hate being a grown up sometimes. Anywho, according to the Worry Channel, the winds were coming from WSW so as I was getting ready to run, I figured I’d have the headwinds at my face for the beginning of the run, when I was at my freshest. And even better, when I was tired, I’d have a tailwind to scootch me along. A good idea in theory. What I didn’t count on was when winds are sustained at 35 MPH, it really doesn’t matter which direction it’s coming from, I’m going to be buffeted either way. And forget it when a gust hits. It was all I could do to maintain my direction. Like the good little soldier I am, I completed my 5.5 mile trek but the last mile was done with my head down and my upper body pointing into the wind, a pose usually observed during blizzard season.
I hope to high heavens this isn’t a portend of things to come. I’m just not ready for that.