In the end, I went with the short sleeves and shorts, and I was grateful I hadn't chosen the warmer ensemble. I know that despite the fact that at 50 degrees I feel cold at the start of the run, a little ways in, I'm always nice and toasty.
When we have temps this cool (I know, that clause just made many of you hate me), I do wish I had arm warmers. I think they'd be a nice way to compromise the two above choices. Maybe I should put them on my Santa wishlist.
Anyhoo, I'm truly loving the weeks we have now had of lovely temperate running weather. The other night when I was running, I was honestly thinking to myself: "This is SO great! I love this!"
I just wish I had winter's temps with summer's long days because the one compromise with winter is the lack of daylight.
By 5:30 pm, it's dark here, and for me this makes it hard to get out and run, for several reasons:
- I'm not inclined to leave the house once it gets dark. This self-imposed isolation seems to be increasing with age. I know that 10 years ago, I went places after dark. Now, I'm like, "What?! We can't leave the house! Look, it's dark outside!" Thus, it's hard to get up the mojo for an evening run.
- The darkness at 6 pm is not darker than at 6 am, but it feels more insidious. Like, I'm definitely toying with being murdered if I'm out running at 6 pm.
- Even though I run well-lit, residential streets, there are pockets of shadowy darkness, and it seems very possible that I will trip over a lip in the sidewalk and break an ankle.
- I've seen two raccoons the past few evenings when I've run after dinner. I fear rabies.
- Vampires. 'Nuff said.
Careful, raccoons, careful.