Day 3,254 —Facing the Wind—

 I hadn't completely decided yet which way I wanted to go as I started. The wind pushed against me as if it were trying to handle me like a kite without an owner. I moved while thinking that the wind would have to change once I hit the bottom of the hill and turned, but it stayed mostly the same even when I turned again; the wind was just trying to push me around, trying to convince me it would always be there. Yet, I endured and thought about the wind less and less frequently. I wonder if I should try to do more miles later?