I woke up to the sound of rain on the hotel windows.
By the time I walked downstairs for a cup of coffee, the day looked like this:
|View of sunny skies over downtown San Diego|
Within minutes, the sky turned dark, the heavens opened up, and I was being pelted by stinging hail!
|Hiding from the hail (round 2) in a bus shelter|
I am proud to say that, while I considered retreating to the hotel gym, I decided to tough it out. I hid next to a tree hoping that the 30 mph winds wouldn't topple the tree onto me. (What a horrible travel story that would be!) And the sun reappeared a few minutes later.
|Beginning of the MLK park in San Diego|
I walked a good 4 miles, stopping to take the occasional photo and dodging the occasional sprinkle of rain and gust of wind.
|Marina in downtown San Diego|
My realization of the day: hail hurts!
And... of course... as soon as I was safely back at my hotel, the sun came out again.
I gave the crazy weather a couple of hours to sort itself out, and headed out for an evening run with Hubby "hash-run" style... We ran through my old neighborhood, stopped for a glass of wine mid-run (hashing has taught me that I can, surprisingly, have a beverage then keep running), and sprinted back to the hotel.
As we were running back, we caught a brilliant sunset over the bay. Those clouds are really pretty when they're not spitting hail!
I'm here (mostly) for work... but today's wine-fueled run felt like a vacation.