No, there aren't any pictures in this post.
Why is it so hard to part with my winter layers? In the fall, when it is in the mid-30's, I wear one pair of pants (no tights) and my favorite long-sleeved Hind hooded shirt. No jacket, no hat, no gloves. But it seems after months of mindlessly dressing in my warmest tights, my even warmer outer pants, two long-sleeved Under Armour shirts, my jacket, my fleece hat, and my gloves, that I just can't quite let go.
Thursday night, I went out for a four-miler with my friend Erin. It was about 6:00 and and definitely above 30 degrees. I wore my light tights, the warm pants, two shirts and my jacket. Sweat much? I was roasting, especially because my friend Erin is a speedy speedster and I was running like Satan was chasing me to keep up with her. Erin is so fast because she weighs half as much as I do. Seriously. If I didn't love her so much, I would hate her.
Anyhow, you'd think I would have learned my lesson. Yesterday's long run -- 10:00 a.m., 27 degrees. I had the good sense to skip the jacket and trade my warm pants for a pair of lighter ones. But I just had to cling to the tights and the hat. Sixteen mile sweatfest. I had my sleeves pushed up and was carrying my hat by the halfway point.
I'm planning a speed workout after work tomorrow. It's supposed to be in the mid-30's. I am going to pack my backpack now and purposefully omit anything that even resembles tights. The Under Armour is going to stay home. The Hind top (provided I get my butt in gear and get it out of the washer and into the dryer before midnight) is going in. By the time I get this whole dressing down thing figured out, our little midweek cold snap will rear its ugly head and I'll be rooting around in my closet looking for that damned Under Armour.