So I was pretty intimidated by the roar of the wind when I left my house this morning for a long one on the Huckleberry trail. As I ran the wind was immediately blowing me all over the place but at least it wasn't real cold. I get to the Huck and decide to run off on to one of the little side trails. Turns out that it dead ends into a someone's yardish area, so I turned around because I didn't want to get yelled at or attacked by pit bulls. Just as I turn around I hear a big crack. I looked back and a gigantasauras was chasing me. Okay not really but a huge tree was crashing to the ground about, say 50-60 meters away. That was as cool as the Fontz and Tony Danza doing the Tango in Speedos. Though later when the wind really picked up and I was still far from home, I was scared.

those are all nice stories by you all great runners. my best wind stories all involve people like jimison running in front of me, breaking wind and me collapsing along the side of the road due to the rankness of his septic butt.

Still got that scar right over the tatoo. I guess there both permanent. Jimison: Are you sure you were alone, I think Shag and I were running with you for at least part of it. Maybe we ran into you right after the branch incident, but I remember a big storm that you could see the rain chasing you down and we screamed like little girls.