Finally. The day has arrived. I can run in shorts and a T.
The days where dressing properly for wind, cold, sun, snow or ice is not based on a hope and a prayer and deciding which discomfort is least irritating.
Do I want to be too cold or too hot?
Do I want to dress for the wind or the temperature?
When will my hands warm up? Is it worth wearing gloves?
Should I carry an extra hat?
Do I want to run hills in the snow, with the usual plunge into enough mush and melt that my feet are wet up to my ankles or shuffle precariously on icy pavement, but with dry feet.
As of today, that's all over. Now, getting dressed takes less time than the run. And it's simpler to grab shorts and T than filter through...layers.
And today, was the first day. Glorious weather. A bit of a breeze, lots of sun, temps in the 60's. And the paths were dry.
And I hoped no one was blinded by these light sticks commonly called legs. They are a bit pale. And yes, they do serve as independent sources of light, especially on a full moon in summer. The bald head does not function as a spotlight, though. Ah well. Tradeoffs.
Running in shorts. Man, I'm thankful for that.
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