62 degrees out,*Borat Voice* Very Nice. . Now I can make a long post describing my argument with the wind for about 4 miles, but to summarize, we weren't friends at the end. Disrupted my breathing enough to cramp me up a little and make me feel slow. I just kept telling myself, it'll be better on the turn around.
But it wasn't a bad run, the first 20 minutes there was a storm over Lake Michigan that provided me with giant red flashes from lightening. I'd like to think Zeus was taking photos of me as I struggled through the wind that wouldn't even rustle his beard.
Also, the runners today were a lot nicer, even hollered at a guy good morning and we both shared a quick disgust for the wind. I always wave at people, if you are running before 6am, I'll share a kudos with you. The busy streets of downtown Chicago don't cultivate an atmosphere to casually say hello or even acknowledge that other people are around you, unless they are walking too slow. The lakefront can be Chicago's little hospitality refuge. Run on my friends.
It's nice to see it getting light earlier. Although, I keep thinking I am late getting back now until I look at my watch.
Funny ending, just put in my time for my 9 miles, and was about 90 seconds faster today, weird, I felt like I held back. Felt a little tightness in my right calf. You know when you run and think every ache could be the next injury? Yea... Feel fine now!
And I've always wondered what the name of the sculpture that I called a mini Death Star was, near the Diversey Bridge.