Storm Run

This post is being written in real time simply because I just received an email from the other coach. Apparently against my word, my father had emailed him to tell him (in a polite way) to not give me such a hard time about not competing this season. My father had told him that me and the top coach had already worked it out and that "it would be great" if the two of us could just move in from there and stop arguing with each other. At first I was infuriated and a little bit scared, but my older brother (who has a very big eye for public acceptance) and my dad both assured me that it was written in a very friendly way. Plus he said that the other coach had already responded with an apology, claiming that he "was just kidding" the entire time. But I have to admit, from then on, we simply never spoke to me another during practice. But I did see him eyeballing me every now and then. Part of me honestly felt pretty terrible that I had pretty much ruined a relationship between me and a coach who had such a good friendship with me during my early days as a runner.
Speaking of running, I recently found myself in a fairly perilous situation when I decided to be stupid and not check the weather forecast for this past week. I decided that I had taken too many shorter-run days and decided to go my usual 4-mile Lands-Sake Farm run through the golf course, past the town center, and around Newton St all the way back to my house. What I did not know is that about one mile int my run I would be met with an extreme rainstorm. The worst part abut it being wet and windy was that it was also 45 degrees (which is pretty good considering the winter New England has had this past year). I usually like running in the rain, but not when a car runs through a puddle and splashes the hell out of you. The worst part came a the very end: I saw in the distant woods and tree fall down and then there was a loud cracking sound on one of the trees above me. Then it gave way, I'm lucky I had energy that day, because I had to sprint so fast to dodge that massive tree. Lucky for me that was the only tree that fell down that day, but I didn't know that at the time. So I stayed in the middle of the road whenever there were no cars to dodge more possible falling trees on the sidewalk. I was in fat even more lucky when I made it home, as I heard the first loud instance of thunder as soon as I stepped through basement door.