I’ve done a little… okay, a lot of complaining lately about the weather. It’s cold, it’s dark, I can’t feel my fingers, my nostrils are frozen, blah, blah, blah. But now that we’re officially into Spring, it’s still cold, and will probably remain so forever.
I’ve been rather proud of myself lately, considering the harsh conditions I’ve run in. I shivered, I shook, I wore spikes on my feet and a face cover on my… face. And for all that, I still have a bit of weather wimp in my personality. Case in point: this morning.
Winter running is a bit different in New England. The cold climate brings more than just discomfort and a chill. It brings a new set of rules and hazards, including how to dress. Today I screwed that last one up.
Lately I’ve been a little better about my pattern, so I’ve noticed the changes in the early morning light. Or rather, the lack of it. Each morning, 5am gets a little darker and a little colder. The temperatures have been mostly merciful, but the light has faded steadily.
I don’t know what’s been going on with me lately, but I’ve had an eye for zombie products. I already have a running game about zombies, but now I have a nice compliment for it. A weather app.
As a runner, some of my proudest moments involve adverse conditions. Rain, wind, snow and other things that Mother Nature dishes out become prized trophies in the memory of any serious runner. Just as old soldiers compare scars, runners compare stories about going outside in horrible weather.