I heard the distant sound of thunder when I woke up. And then I didn’t. A look at the radar on my phone showed a storm north of Canton. I laced up my shoes and went outside. There were clouds, which were darker toward the north, but nothing sinister.
It was time to hit the road to get in what mileage I could.
At mile one, I heard thunder again. And this time, it was loud — and close. I turned, saw that the storm was upon me and took a shortcut through some trees to get home. The sky lit up woods from another nearby bolt of lightning. My heart rate jumped. Had I made a stupid decision? At that moment, the smart money was on “Yes.”
Emerging from the woods and back into my neighborhood, I sprinted up a hill toward my street. Three more cloud-to-ground strikes of lightning hit just to the north. The storm was going to skirt just to the north of the neighborhood, but I was still facing a threat. It was time to retire back to the house.
I got in just under a couple of miles. Not exactly ten (my goal for the day). If the storm passes in the next few minutes, I’ll go out and try again. If not, tomorrow morning will be my long run day.
I don’t play around with lightning when I run. There’s no sense of writing a “Fit-to-Fat-to-Fried” blog.
P.S. We’re now getting copious amounts of rain and more lightning. I guess we’re getting a little bit of the storm after all. Coming in = wise move.
Sometimes the easy, recovery days are the most important parts of getting fit. . . even if they’re unplanned. Serendipity?
My patella tendon appreciated the rest.
I would not have enjoyed reading “Fit-to-Fat-to-Fried”. Wise choice.