Yesterday started out like a seemingly normal March Saturday in South Beach – piercingly blue skies, a warm but comfortable temperature, and plenty of zombies lurching from their hotels on Collins Avenue to the beach to revive after a night out that they don’t remember.
I was working at the Nautica South Beach Triathlon for a company called Aline that sells performance sneaker insoles for athletes. We were set up literally on the beach and business was doing well.
But Miami has a tendency to change its mind frequently on all fronts, including the weather. Within minutes of a cloudless sky came the Apocalypse. We ended up getting stuck under our little tent for an hour until the storm passed, but as you can see, it was pretty impressive.