Zero Dark Thirty
My northern friends are laughing. We can’t possibly know what cold is down here in Texas. It might be my advancing age and my growing intolerance for cold air. It could be that I’ve been living in hot weather too long. It might be that I’m just getting weak. Forty degrees with 20 mph wind feels cold. Call me a wimp, but there it is.
I discovered that I was at least one layer short in a couple places on the body: fingers and toes (of course). And I wore my light cycling cap. Need to find a good wool one.
The good news is there was an incredible headwind on the return leg to home. In addition to being chilled, I’m little tired despite the low mileage.
Faster Than Me
Missed my step-daughter at the first two check points. On my third try I picked her out of the crowd between the 9 and 10 mile point. She was on a 1:50 pace which is way, way faster than I could ever run. But then runners are loons.