This is Pi Day : Magpie Bonus #007.1
I was dressed to go running the other night despite a big, dark cloud looming on the horizon. A “Severe Thunderstorm” alert popped up on my phone, yet I still pulled my shoes from the closet and stood there with them in my hand, ready.
When the skies finally opened, the wind started gusting, and the flashes of light appeared in the darkened evening, I reluctantly packed up and opted to sit out my run.
But apparently some of my crew went out anyways.
Common sense had me shaking my head at how silly it was to be out running in a thunderstorm. Peer pressure had me feeling a little bit guilty for skipping out. Such is the nature of the runner. And had I gone out it would not have been my first run through a wall of falling water.
Even the birds, hiding under the cover of the trees, know better to go out and about it that kind of mess.