It started last week when I was jogging.
We had a series of bad storms in our area. Nothing too out of the ordinary for the Midwest. After all, when you live in a place literally called Tornado Alley, you’re used to the weather turning on a dime.
The storm damage wasn’t too bad. It was just a couple of busted windows and a few bent satellite dishes. Nothing a few insurance claims couldn’t fix.
Once the temperature started warming up, I donned my workout gear and headed out the door....
