Blowing in the wind
Some days are harder than others. That's just the way it goes. I know that even my broken sleep felt extra broken this morning. I looked at the clock at 11:30pm and decided it was too early to go out and fell back asleep. I dreamed until the second time I looked at the clock and saw it was 1:30pm. I considered waiting a few more hours, but figured it wouldn't be getting any better outside and I might as well go.
Another marathon practice pace run and another ridiculously windy day with pelting bits of snow. I gave up listening to anything during my runs for lent so the sound of the wind whipping through the tops of the trees and down the streets came at me at full volume. Honestly the splits didn't end up being as bad as I thought, but the effort to get them felt disproportionately higher than usual. I took a few pauses and never really felt settled in to the run. Every half mile felt like a fight. Probably because it was.
But I didn't give up. I fought back.
Makin' memories.