You just never know what you’re gonna get when it comes to the weather around here.
These photos were taken just days ago:
We’ve had a rainy couple of days and some unseasonably mile temperatures, as demonstrated by my husband’s running wardrobe yesterday; Shorts. In December. In Ontario.
By today, our streets were flooded and almost all of the snow had melted:
This morning as I set out to meet some friends for 10K in the country, it was pouring rain and extremely windy, gusting over 90 km/h. Thankfully, the skies cleared by the time we set out for our run, but the wind was not cutting us any slack. Apparently I wasn’t the only one fighting the ridiculous winds today. Like Mel, I was certain that I wasn’t moving at all when we faced the headwind (while dodging various flying objects and falling branches) and felt as though I was about to take flight in the tailwind.
Myself and a couple of other keeners were feeling
foolish ambitious and added an additional loop to our planned route, for a total of 13K. It was also a particularly hilly run, in the beautiful rolling (I may have referred to it as lifesucking at one point during the run…) countryside. Between the wind and the hills it was challenging to say the least, but the scenery and compaany were worth it.