Thursday, June 10, 2010

What the hell is going on with that wind direction?

If you run one direction against the wind, at least you'll have it at your back on the way home - right? Wrong. Wrong in Seanféistín anyway - where Conor and I ran six good miles and true yesterday evening. A beautiful place for a run it may be but by God it is the strangest place on earth where wind direction is concerned. It wasn't that the wind had died down either - had we turned to face our outbound trek on the way back it would still have been swirling but the minute we faced home it was neither to be felt nor heard!
Still, stiff breeze or not (ok, I'm coming clean and relegating this gale to a breeze), we enjoyed a good run yesterday evening, with not a sinner on that long bog road to disturb us! My computer is still on the blink so I'm forced to blog a day late but hopefully there is some rule in Juneathon that allows a country bumpkin with internet problems the opportunity to blog the next day at work. (Not sure if work rules would actually allow it though...)

2 comments:

  1. I think the rule is that the wind is never behind you. You are either battling a harsh gale or just having a good day

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  2. as above and well put. I did a run today that was very hard because of the wind a North Easterly i could hear the Geordie accent.

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