Runnin' against the wind Runnin' against the wind See the young man run Watch the young man run Watch the young man runnin' He'll be runnin' against the wind
Who would have ever believed you could actually run into the wind for 20 FREAKING STRAIGHT MILES? Bob Seger would have been proud of the E Streeters on the roads of Maine and New Hampshire earlier today, but if we had him within arms length, we might have punched him in the face.
Oh a mighty winds a blowin, it's kickin up the sand, it's blowin out a message to every woman, child and man
Yes a mighty winds a blowin, cross the land and cross the sea, it's blowin peace and freedom, its blowin equality.
Nightmarish wind conditions greeted those of us stupid enough to have showed up for the Eastern States run today. None of us were able to take in the gorgeous sights along the New Hampshire coast because we were all too busy running with our heads down trying to fight through the constant buffering from the winds. Either that or we were too busy looking for non-existent mile markers along the route. By the way, those breaker walls in Northhampton? They don't stop squat when it comes to wind.
The only redeeming grace for the day was the feedback awaiting us at Camp Scanlon in Seabrook. Salad, beef stew and lasagna all around, along with some cold ones and an impromptu birthday party, helped salvage an otherwise infuriating afternoon.
Three weeks to Boston.......
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