You may have heard me mention
1,000 a few times that I don’t like winter. Can’t stand it. Don’t like the white stuff one bit. I could go on and on.
So I’m in a bit of weather denial right now. Yesterday when I headed out, the temp was about 33. Today, 36, although it felt even colder. Instead of dressing like it’s that cold, however, I am trying to put off the first day of wearing full-length tights as long as possible. Ditto for gloves heavier than throw-aways and anything warmer than a plain old running hat on my head. So I head out looking like this:
Really, I haven’t bee cold yet. I run hotter than most people I know, so it’s all good right now. Plus, the sun usually comes up while I’m out and the temps start to warm rather quickly.
I did a similar thing in reverse a couple of years ago. It was early March and I declared that I was done with tights (of all lengths) for the year. I did pay for that little statement when it turned cold again, as it is wont to do in March.
Tomorrow, I head to Cleveland to help my parents out now that my dad is home from the hospital. If you didn’t know, Cleveland tends to be cold, really cold. Not sure if I’ll break down and take real tights or not. Maybe time in Ohio doesn’t count in my silly little game? Have to think about the rules. In the meantime, I’ll continue along in my delusional, winter isn’t happening state.
this strange play head games with their running?