I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto

A tornado hit Gothenburg yesterday morning and, with the exception of a brief interlude last night, the wind has been merciless since then.

I was swept away into the woods by it. The sky was heavy with clouds and the world was sepia coloured. Flags were fluttering violently against their poles, birds were flying backwards and I think I might have caught a glimpse of one of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse. I disregarded the obvious danger of getting a tree on my head and went to see a Wizard about giving me a new pair of legs.

Follow the yellow brick road

The trees provided shelter from the wind, and at times I even forgot that there was a storm outside the forest. It was very muddy; my new Kayanos were christened in several water puddles. They shall hereafter be called Dorothies. The illusion that the storm had moved on was shattered as soon as I ran on exposed ground. At one point, while running on the narrow path between a lake and a swamp, the wind hit me from two directions. AT THE SAME TIME.

When I emerged from the woods, the sun broke through the clouds and the world exploded with colour. I didn't get to see the Wizard, but I did get an invigorating hilly run.