7:05 AM Wind Aided Performance

I took a quick walk to the corner of Webster and Constance, literally about 30 yards from my front door. The gusts have become howling freight trains roaring through the trees and the high voltage lines that run directly above my place. There are small tree limbs down everywhere, scattered about willy-nilly. I snapped two quick photos, one of Webster Street river bound, south, and one of Webster street lake bound, north. Then a monstrous, whistling gust of wind scared the crap out of me and I took off running towards my front door, river bound, south, with the roaring wind at my back. My 30-yard dash would not be recognized in the record books though. It was fast, especially for a man my age wearing a rain suit, flip flops, and carrying a digital camera. But it was definitely wind aided.