Looking out the door to run this morning I had my usual second thoughts. It was hot and humid, hardly the sort of weather that I enjoy running in - coming back soaked in a shirt is not something that I do not really enjoy. Still, running is running, so I compromised, took off my shirt, and headed out.
The air was warm and a bit sticky but with an underlying hint of cold in it. I rounded my first corner and then my second. The wind was blowing briskly but nothing to significant. It was a pretty good day for a run.
Right until the cold front hit.
I have been inside when cold fronts hit. The wind is amazing - in one case, it sounded like a freight train hit the house.
But being outside is something else.
Suddenly as I turned the corner and headed North I was hit by a huge blast of wind that just blew and blew and blew. The humidity of earlier was blown away in an instant, replaced by sprinkles of rain. It was significant enough that I thought about ending my run earlier and going home but thought "Hey, it is only another mile. How bad can it be?"
The rain started about a quarter mile later. And not "Oooh, I hear laughter in rain" rain. Large, heavy, driving drops that spoke more of the cold weather behind than us in winter than the spring we are supposed to be in. And it just kept coming and coming and coming, until when rounding the final corner it finally let up.
My time was not too bad for a 5K: 25:10. The temperature dropped 11 degrees during the course of that run. The most ironic thing, of course, is that I came home soaking wet - without a t-shirt.
Maybe, on the whole, the T-shirt really does not make the difference.
The best laid plans and all that. But you did get to run :)
ReplyDeleteI am glad I ended up doing it. Tomorrow is supposed to mid 30's, highly unlikely I will run. I hate running in the cold.
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