The wind was really strong today. The kind that can move your car sideways. Yet I braved the gale, parked my car and set off around the bay. I like to live dangerously, but like all singaporeans, within reasonable risk.
No sweat.
Of course no sweat. The wind sucked off the perspiration before it gets to form. At least that one good thing about running in the cold you dont get disgusted with what you were just wearing. Almost felt like reusing it for my next run, but I got principles so it goes into the washer.
It was very hard when the wind blows against you. When it stops, you'd almost jerk forward in surprise. When it blows in the direction you run, it feels like flying.
And if sideways? On the iron cove bridge I had scary visions of toppling over into the choppy waters. So drama. Out on the bridge in the open, my legs were kicking into each other. Walking makes me feel even more vulnerable so all you can do is just run across steadily and wish you get to the other side uneventfully.
And I can confirm that my head is as porous as ever. It was banging with a headache because it was cold. But once I changed direction, i.e. running in the direction of the wind rather than into it, the headache dissipated.
My timing looks pretty decent so I reckon the lack of heat makes one more energetic. I was sleeveless today too.
Getting there.
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