I did not anticipate that wind would send me wimpering to the treadmill with my tail between my legs.
Rule of thumb: If the local wind is significant enough to have it’s own special name, you are entirely justified in opting for the cozy, brightly-lit gym and using the treadmill instead.
On that note, the notorious northeasterly Taku winds started kicking up on Tuesday.
Overnight, they howled.
They made such a ruckus that I barely slept, anxiously imagining trees falling down on the house.
It sounded like a hurricane.
All day on Wednesday, they were ferocious.
We watched nervously from the window, anticipating another power outage.
When I left work, I started running for the bus, trying to minimize my wind exposure. As I ran slowly into the headwind, a gust kicked into my face and I almost fell over backward.
Then, the wind promptly changed direction and dumped me forward (and in an unprecedented show of agility, I managed to avoid a full-on face-plant).
Chastened by these fickle gusts, I stopped running and began walking gingerly so that I could keep my center of gravity low against the wind.
Finally, I came into view of the bus stop. It was cold, so I began jogging again.
I stumbled off of the sidewalk and went hands down to the ground, wondering for a moment if I had just been hit by a car.
Nope, it was just the wind.
After recovering myself, I scurried onto the warm, safe bus and then looked outside and giggled at all of the people trying to walk around without getting knocked down.
This morning it is 16 degrees. The idea of running over the Juneau-Douglas bridge in this weather is terrifying.
Yup, the treadmill sounds good.
(Naturally, after I made the decision to treadmill it, the wind died down and now all is calm in southeast Alaska. Oh well.)
What weather conditions send you to the treadmill? Ice and extreme cold, sure. But I never imagined I’d be heading inside to escape the wind!
Second order of business:
Thank you for all your comments on the body image and form vs. function post. Sometimes I read the comments on my posts and wish that I had thought to make that point.
Rebecca’s comment was one of those: “Have you ever gone to a race and tried to pick out the fasties without knowing any of them? It always shocks me who is fast. Not the ones you would think… Thanks for your post. It is a great reminder that athletes come in ALL different shapes and sizes.”
Valjean1979 had a great point, too: “Would you rather look like the one doing the eating, or the one being eaten[?]”
And it made me laugh to read that a guy once told Brit, “You really remind me of a velociraptor.” Guess I’m not the only one with friends of questionable tactfulness.
Amelia reminded me that a lot of the perspective is cultural: “In Korea and now in China everyone always tells me I am a very strong girl (I think it’s code for you are like a man) because I like to play sports and run and girls generally don’t do that here. I just always remind myself I am normal in NA!!” (Side note: I have been in hysterics reading about her adventures running in China!)
Since I am currently something of a nature education dork, I loved reading your answers to the question, “What kind of animal athlete are you?”
Sarah said, “I always was told that I resembled a house sparrow, so I’ll go with it: compact, stout, but virtually indestructible.”
Lisa said: “I am super clumsy, so I’m probably whatever animal constantly crashes into things and get mysterious bruises.” …hm… any ideas? I’m trying to think of an animal that fits this criteria. All I can come up with is Wile E. Coyote.
Annie Crow said, “I would definitely be a bear, I think, solid, solid, lazy-looking, and then surprisingly fast. (And very strong.)”
Ewen said, “I’m a wombat. Supposedly slow, but in reality fast over a short distance, and very determined.”
hurdlingham said, “i think i would have to be a llama…mildly awkward and not the most graceful of the bunch, but if you try to chase me down, you’ll be sadly mistaken (apparently llamas can run up to 40 mph over short distances? who knew!)”
Lastly, my friend who made the “eat the other girls” comment would like to thank Marie, who came to his defense: “I think your poor friend is getting crap for some commentary that perhaps was more disparaging to the skinny, underdeveloped models rather than his normal-sized friends.”
Of course, all is forgiven and we gathered to watch Top Model again last night, to the backdrop of the aforementioned screaming Taku winds. (Thankfully, the power didn’t go out in the middle of a Tyra Banks monologue).
Have you ever lived in a place where the winds have their own name?