Running against the wind

Today I went for a fairly intense run to continue my training for the race that Zayne, Hadley and I are running next weekend. I ran my usual 2.2 mile loop, but stopped off at a local middle school and ran another mile and a half around a track, then decided to run up and down watercrest (for those of you not from Fo Gro, it's basically a really steep hill that's a mile long). So, roughly six miles in all.

When I'm running relatively long distances, I eventually get in a groove where I don't feel anything and it's like I'm gliding--it kicks a lot of ass and feels awesome. For me, especially when the weather was as nice as it was today, running is a fairly spiritual experience. However, today, just when the endorphins and adrenaline were kicking in and I was really getting in to the aforementioned groove, I noticed the plastic bag from "American Beauty" caught in a gust of wind in front of me and I couldn't help but chuckle a little. Well, I would have chuckled if I wasn't on the tail end of a six mile run, but still, how appropriate.