Assault by Hail.

I decided this morning when I walked outside to a surprising 60 degree weather morning in the middle of February that I would run outside. Thought process: It's beautiful!-->You are running a half marathon this weekend in Orlando.-->Tomorrow will be spent frolicking around Disney World-->You probably won't run tomorrow.-->You should run a good run outside today-->Ok.

So I run outside and on my way back at around mile 3, TORRENTIAL RAINS. I had my phone playing Pandora so I could hear epic classic rock while battling the massive hills on the return trip, so that was the first negative thought that crossed my mind. But, then again, running in the rain feels great because it cools you off. Then, it gets better. Lightning is ripping through the air and the winds pick up and soon I find myself being assaulted by dime sized hail balls that are shredding my skin! I definitely picked up my pace and darted from tree to tree while people looked at me through their nice, warm, protective car windows. Yes. Geographical difference here. Ready?

In Texas, someone would have helped me.

In the D.C. area, everyone watches you get ripped apart by a hail storm.

Anyway, it's a funny story now that I'm safely in my apartment. Watch out for flash t-storms, they'll get ya.  On the bright side - fastest 5 miles of my life! 40 minutes.. PR. :)