!(imgcenter)http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2392/2637792561_09d8fddc75.jpg(Stormy day)!:http://www.flickr.com/photos/yannie/2637792561/
Doesn’t it just suck when it storms when you are having a holiday by the beach?
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Next to me, the waves crashed ominously against the golden shore. The horizon was heavy with clouds that were dark with rain. I ran and ran, hoping against hope that I could outlast the storm. But Mother Nature was not having it. She blew great gusts of wind against my body, throwing me off course more than once. And as if that wasn’t enough, pallets of rain drops blasted against my skin, my face, my hair. The water ran into my eyes, my mouth, deep into my scalp, and it was all I could do to run with my eyes open. I gasped for air, icy cold oxygen sucked down my throat. I was soaked to the skin, my fingers were frozen to the bone and my feet were squelching in water.
It was the best run of my life.
!(imgcenter)http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3142/2638651512_0ea4f5e9e3.jpg(Cold and happy after running in the rain)!:http://www.flickr.com/photos/yannie/2638651512/
Looking blah but feeling fantastic!
Yannisms 