Yesterday I ran home from work. As I do on most Tuesdays now since the purchase of my running bag. However it was unseasonably cold. Even colder than weather.com predicted it would be. I decided to go anyway, even though I packed my winter running pants away into storage a few weeks ago and have nothing but shorts. I had a long sleeved shirt, my dry weave jacket thingy and a big white hoodie, which I had planned on leaving at work, but decided I could take with me for extra warmth and I would be fine.

However I reckoned without the wind, which was from 17 to 25 mph, gusting up to 31. And of course I was running against it for the first few miles of my run. Ugh. It was shitty. Then I got hit by a wave. Seriously. I was running as far away from the lake as the seawall would permit and I got hit by a wave. This couldn't happen towards the end of my run, no, it had to happen at the beginning, so that I was all wet and cold for the entire eight miles. Then I got sandblasted. Fine sands from the beach abraded my legs and face for a couple of miles. At least there were no hills. Man. It was hellacious. I just had to post about it. My joints are still aching today.