Just when you all thought you couldn't take one more second of my bitching about the cold weather . . . my complaining is on hiatus. I won't call it gone for good because who knows when the cold could return. But for today, I am happy to say that it was a balmy 36 degrees when I went for my after work run. So I *gasp* did not wear my Under Armour tights under my Nike winter pants. And I *double gasp* did not wear my base layer turtle neck under my zip up top. And, wait for it, I didn't wear a hat.
I felt sort of exposed. And my Nike pants scratching against my leg hairs (What? Don't tell me I'm the only one who doesn't shave every day in the winter) felt a bit odd. Wonderful odd.
We ran my favorite 4.5 mile route from my office - out to the golf course, around a little loop, and back. It is pavement (which was clear!) all the way to the golf course, and then dirt. The dirt was a melty, mucky mess. My running partner's son ran with us and he runs in Vibram Five Fingers (sidenote: I almost just typed Four Fingers. You know, for all the four-toed folks.). Of course because he is young, he runs like a speedy little gazelle. So it was like following in the footsteps of a Yeti through the slushy snow.
Yeti, leg hair . . . yep, this post got a little weird. Sorry. Time to get to bed (so I can get up early and swim!).