What The Hail!

So disappointed that I didn’t work out Tuesday morning and excited class got out early, I knew I had to go on a late night run. Even more miraculous was it was lightly raining. I love running in the rain, but usually only when it wasn’t raining at the start if my run. So with it merely sprinkling, I was totally game.

So I head towards the Isles, my usual spot, around 8ish in the pm. Still kind of light out, air is a bit thick, bit no matter. I’m running on high until about half way around the lake. That’s when the tornado sirens start. So I look up and the clouds did look a little funky. Kind of like a mattress that has been melted by hobos seeking heat more than comfort. I’m not sure that makes total sense, but in my head its spot on.

At this point the semi full lake is now deserted. One nice Minnesotan pulled over to warn me and when I informed her I had to get to the other side of the Lake anyway, she said OK and proceeded to document the storm with her phone.

In an instant she was gone and that’s when it started to hail. Nothing to bad at first, pretty soft really. I connect with a shirtless biker. We give each other the ‘68 Olympic Black Power fist, despite he not being black. Its all go though, cause were are both Shaft badass right now.

Well that would end soon, when the golf ball sized hail started. Shit. I would like to think my athleticism helped me avoid the ice stones being thrown, but really I was just lucky. I picked one up and realized it would have turned me into a whimpering Roberto Duran if it connected. 

I’d like to think this makes me a badass, but the only real image I can see in my head is my mom shaking her head at me and calling me a nibblethead for not checking the weather. Touche’ mi madre, no mas.