I'm retired from racing. Really.

Beach run in Florida again today.  Thanks to the nearby tropical storm, it was the most windy run of my life- sustained wins above 30 mph with gusts up to 40.  Combined with rain that can only be described as stinging (it usually came sideways) and blowing sand, it was a heck of a run.  Ran into the wind first, crawling along.  Often had to look at my feet because the rain hurt my face so much.  Ran to the cape entrance, then turned around and ran 3.5 miles with the wind at my back.  Glorious.  Then, turned around and had 1.5 miles home into the wind.  Very painful.  It was a good thing no one else was on the beach cause I sure looked funny.  I started smiling and yelling at the wind and rain.  I said things like "Is this the best you can do", "Bring it on", "You can do better than this", and "I am Spartacus" (not sure why I kept saying that one.  I sang Home on the Range a few times and kept growling and roaring at the wind.  Thouroughly enjoyed myself despite the wind and rain blast.  Great fun.  And, I hardly had to breath since the wind shoved itself down my throat.  Fun run trying to beat mother nature today.

Omni- 417