I pushed my way through an invisible wall of wind. My legs like lead as they struggled to inch forward in opposition of the mass before me. My stomach tightened, my shoulders stiffened and my hair whipped against my face.
Forty minutes of running against the wind was almost as exhausting as my 15-mile run. I’d glance at my watch sure that I was half way there, only to discover two minutes had passed.
Before I began training for my marathon I did research about running, read marathon books, searched the Web and talked to other runners. However, there was one thing I didn’t take into consideration, one pivotal factor that could make my training more intense than I ever imagined.
The infamous Doña Ana winds.
You know, those nagging gusts of wind that send tumbleweeds crashing into cars, veer weary drivers off the road, color the sky brownish red with flying dust and cause frustration for an aspiring marathon runner.
You’ve got to love springtime in Las Cruces.
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