Who else, in their right mind, would set off for a 10 mile run in a blinding snowstorm?
Sure, it was snowly lightly when I started, nothing too bad, but snowing all the same. I turned the corner just up from the golf course and was hit full force by the wind blowing straight down from the Arctic. I momentarily thought about heading back to my in-laws for a steaming cup of tea, but then I reasoned, 'hey, once I turn around, the wind will be at my back and it won't be so bad.'
Turns out Sod was running with me yesterday. You all know Sod, he and his cousin Murphy have that famous law about everything going wrong. Well, Sod is an aspiring half marathon runner as it turns out. He laughed the whole way as I stuggled to understand how on earth it was possible to run into the wind in one direction and then still be running into the wind when I turned in ran in the opposite.
I had had enough of Sod by about 8.5 miles so I decided to race him back to my in-laws. I managed to sprint ahead of him and lose him in the whiteout about 1/2 a block from the house. I was awarded for my efforts with a steaming cup of tea that dethawed my toes and revived my spirits.
Poor old Sod. No tea for him. He stayed outside to play the wind.