Who has seen the wind? Neither you or I. But when the trees bow down their heads, it will kick your rear.

Who has seen the wind? Neither you or I. But when the trees bow down their heads, it will kick your rear.

Never tweet anything thing you aren’t prepared to back up.

Last week, I retweeted a tweet by @NTTR (North Texas Trail Runners):

“There is no such thing as bad weather, just soft people.”  Peter Coe

That quote tumbled over and over in my mind today. My training schedule was 12 miles.

Long Run Training Rule Number 2068: You’ve got to run no matter the conditions because you can’t control conditions on race day.

When I left on my run today it was 39 degrees and with 30 mph wind gusts.

I was going to do a seven mile lap with the dog. Drop him off and finish five more miles.

I dropped the dog off at the house.

I looked at a my husband and said, “I’m going back out.”

“What?” He asked. “You put yourself through more running than a Minnesota pioneer woman.”

I didn’t go back out.

I’m soft.

Poo.

My water bottle and Cliff Peanut Butter  Energy Bar still sit out on the curb in the wind and cold — uneaten.

My discarded sweatshirt still lies in a ball behind a pine tree along my route. Alone in the cold and wind and approaching darkness.

I failed them all.

You know who seemed completely unaffected by the wind.

Tebow, my dog.

He seemed invigorated by it.

I guess that’s why dogs pull sleds to and fro around the Arctic Circle and not teams of middle-aged woman from Central Georgia.

I’ll do seven miles as penitence tomorrow and try one last long run next weekend.

Now to shape my Play-Doh self in to a ball and roll toward the showers.

Have you ever bailed on a long run?

Group hug.