More so than snow, it was the ice continuously pelting my face that made this morning’s run challenging.
I deliberately ran into the eye of the storm–straight to the ocean water’s edge on Orchard Beach. 50 mph winds there blasted ice pellets across my face.
“Please, Lord, lash me!” I cried out.
Feeling blood across my face, I surged into the heart of an angry storm.
Then, I turned around & was rewarded with a huge tailwind that pushed me forward; inexorably forward.
Waves crashed over jagged jetty rocks. The only barrier holding back surging salt water.
I jumped up onto a concrete wall, walked a thin line over the jetty and thrust my arms into a roiling sky.