A tough Breed

Well if the hills don’t get you the wind and rain will. I thought of going for a run the other day, “what’s a little rain”? Opted against it (that was the day Wilma rolled though, or what was left of her). When I was out for a drive that afternoon day I was taken back at how similar the day was to the Blue Nose Marathon. The things we put our selves through. Sometimes I wonder if it would be better to start smoking, drinking more, eating fast food and sit on the couch all weekend watching TV. Sure we won’t live as long but we sure as hell won’t be going out running 20k in a post tropical storm. Well deep down we all know why we do it, and to the couch potatoes it will remain a mystery.
Oh yes the wind and the hills! I was in the Toronto area this summer. I thought I would go out for a light 5k run. To my surprise the roads were all FLAT. Not a self respecting hill in site. I ended up going 18k just to get over the novelty of running on a continuos flat road. I’m sure it makes for a tough breed of runner when you train in Nova Scotia, because if you’re doing serous training you don’t have a choice but to fight the elements or terrain.