Irish Blessing?

"May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face."

To say the least, I was a bit nervous about today. All week long, the forecast called for rain (thunderstorms, to be exact) and I was a-feared that I would be hoofin' it through a gale. Second, the run was sixteen miles. I didn't feel ready for sixteen miles. I nearly crashed at 14 last week. I didn't know how my body would deal with it.
Perhaps its because the Chicago St. Patrick's Day Parades happen this weekend that a little Irish luck was in the air, creating unseasonably warm weather and allowing the sun to show its shining face. There was wind, but today it was coming from the south!
The first leg of the run was a little tough. I tried to ignore the chill and wind by concentrating on the taste of my Jolly Rancher and silently singing along to some tunes. Once I turned around, it felt like the temperature rose 10 degrees with the wind at my back and (say it with me, now) the sun shining upon my face.
Aside from the 50 or so feet that was my walk break, I think I did pretty good.

Now, the Southside parade is tomorrow, so all I have to worry about is the beer run.