Tonight was our last hill run, with 12 repeats on the schedule.
When we started, the weather was great. It was a little cloudy, and close to 70 degrees. I was regretting my decision to wear capri tights, but that's what I packed in my gym bag and I didn't have time to change.
We ran the 1.5 miles from the running store to the bridge, commenting on what a perfect night it was.
We got through the first two or three repeats (200 meters up the bridge each), and started to notice some dark clouds rolling in. After five hills, it was looking worse. We almost called it quits after number six, but were hoping the storm would pass us.
And then as we started uphill for number seven, the wind started picking up. We all ran a little faster for that one! And on the jog back down, the rain drops started to fall.
The faster runners, who were one or two hills ahead of us, toughed it out. The back-of-the-packers decided to call it a night. The rain really started coming down -- and it was cold! No longer perfect running weather, but we had no choice. We had to run the 1.5 miles back to the store!
We started seeing lightning in the distance. Thunder started rumbling. It was getting close ... but I think we made it back before the worst of it came through.
So, only seven hills tonight instead of 12. We were all feeling good, too, and ready to tackle the workout.
Oh well ... the top of a bridge is probably not the safest place to be during a thunderstorm!
Labels: running amuck