Day 97 = Resistance Bands + Tornado

Seriously? I thought I got away from tornadoes when I left Arkansas. I know tornadoes can be a threat anywhere, including Texas, but I don't like it when I'm in the path of one.

Ah, the tornado. We go way back, you and me. My grandparents had a storm shelter, which was basically a 10x10 foot steel cube that was buried in their backyard. The mound it was buried under was between the carport-o-junk and the half-acre garden. I remember being shuttled into that twister pit many times while staying with my grandparents. When I was about 10, I hauled my suitcase down there with me and spilled all my Bible flash cards into the pit. I don't even want to think what made its home at the bottom of the pit.

When I lived in downtown Little Rock on the top floor of a high-rise condo building, I saw a couple tear through the city. One tore up the Waffle House next door, and they never re-built. It was this same one that forced me to walk 13 floors down to the bottom and take shelter in the stairwell. When we got back upstairs, I saw a truck on I-30 covered by the green overpass sign. Thankfully, that man lived. The next day at work (I worked at a hotel), we brought box lunches to recovery workers in an area that had been hit hardest by the tornado. I saw a white house on the road (in one piece) that had evidently been built and situated two blocks down for the last 50 years. Amazing.

That said, I couldn't possibly get in a run tonight. So after making some goodies to take on my coast trip this weekend, I worked out with my resistance bands. And I dodged the tornado, thankfully.