Hi y'all, The flatlands have been the wetlands over the past three weeks. Literally each and every Sunday we have had a storm. First came Ciara, than Dennis and though the officials still haven't called it yet we faced Ellen today. Heavy rain & wind smashing you around and yet I run. I get up and I run. Why? Because I belong in the storm, I belong on the roads and each and every viber of my soul is filled with so much awe every time I stand tall and embrace the power that nature provides. Don't get me wrong. I am not careless or disprespectful to the full force of nature. I've been on hikes in the mountains with my parents and I have seen the weather flip. I am well aware off the dangers. But a storm not out of it's wits but strong enough, not gone bonkers but fierceful and not over the top but just that thundering blasting roar....I am part of thát storm. My runs and now-a-days walks/hikes done in weather like we've been having lately somehow clear...