So out the door I went.
The neighbours were all outside watching the clouds and making predictions about the end of the world. One of them warned me that I shouldn't go far...
I headed on my way, following my usual 4.5k route. My knee was really achy (I think I'd better schedule a chiro appt if its still bugging me Saturday). And as I ran, I saw the clouds move to the east. The wind gusted and pushed me around until I hit the southbound road.
Then it went away. And I started to roast in my Luon. It was disgustingly hot. "shoulda-brought-my-hydration-belt" hot. But I slowed my pace and plodded on. When I hit Centre Street, the wind picked up again and stayed with me as long as I travelled north. In the last km, I was ready to be done so just pushed it on home.
And the clouds were pushed well east and out of Langdon entirely.
How did I know I'd stay dry? Well, I overseeded the lawn, so I'm sure we won't be seeing rain in Langdon for a month now. :P
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