About a month ago I wimped out on running with my friends in a rainstorm. (We run every Tuesday night.) So last night I was determined to get out into it. The boys went up Frank’s Valley, and I headed south along the coastal cliff trail. The storm was lurking just of shore and boy was I excited. Had on windbreaker, gloves, and warm wool tuque (home-knit cap). The wind was blasting and when I got up to our lookout spot, it must have been 50-60 mph. The few drops of rain falling stung my face, felt like bullets. I had to lean into the wind to avoid being blown over. The wind whipping my jacket sounded like a Harley, or like cards in bike wheel spokes. The raw power of the Pacific Ocean! The storm was pouring energy into me as I breathed. I’m still amped.
After a pint of Guinness with the boys in the pub, I drove north along the coast to get home. The rain was kicking in, wind howling, and on the radio, the bluegrass band The Steeldrivers was playing Good Corn Liquor and I pulled the truck over to an ocean overlook spot and got out and danced a jig in the storm. Seemed like the thing to do.
LLoyd, Life is good. Dance, dance, dance.
LLoyd,
This is Mike Fleming, bassist with the SteelDrivers. It does my heart good to know that our music inspires one to dance even in the elements. A little Guinness jump start doesn't hurt either.
Mike
This story lights a fire in me. I just recently moved to Sweden(from Texas) and it is so cold and rainy here and I have a small case of the blues. I will have to suck it up and get out there so my body and mind are cruising the same highway.
I love your blog so much Lloyd! Keep on keepin' on brotha!!