Small Bridges and Tall Bridges

The legs are still feeling a bit dead, but yesterday's run (3.98 miles in 30:43; 7:43 pace) felt good and seemed to loosen them up a bit, despite my refusal to stretch afterword (dumb, I realize).

It remains windy out--the last few days we've been under a strong wind advisory (25mph-ish winds)--so I'm glad I'm not being asked to do any hill repeats (which I do while traversing one of the many hump bridges that connect the different islands to one another here in Savannah) as today's speed workout. These bridges should not be mistaken for the state-to-state spanning monstrosities that are also around this area and would be considerably more difficult/suicidal (please click on the author's/artist's rendering to see it in it's detailed glory).



Rather, these are the smallish sorts of bridges you might expect to pay the troll toll when crossing, not fly a fighter jet underneath when doing aerial drills. But, even though the bridge is small rather than tall, you still feel like you're going to be blown off the top when it's windy out. At least there's a good chance I'll live through the fall, if ever it does happen. Fingers crossed.