So it seems that 25º F is smack right in between “comfortably cool” and “uncomfortably frigid” when it comes to running. Not quite the balmy 32º of yesterday morning, not quite the impossible-to-breathe air of last week. I’m still figuring out exactly the right thing to wear each morning based on what my weather app says.
My old Jabra headphones are DEAD. Done. Kaput. I charged them after yesterday’s run but when I went to check on them last night, the charging light wasn’t on. So I figured, okay, I won’t have headphones for this morning’s 10 miler. I realized that I could still play music from my phone – it just wouldn’t be going directly in my ears.
So that’s exactly what I did. I blasted one of my running playlists right from my phone on my arm, like a mini boombox, for 10 miles. And it was great! I didn’t mind it at all – until I got home and realized that the high volume I had it set on drained almost my entire battery. So I may not do it all the time, but every now and then, it might be fun to skip the headphones and entertain passersby with Nine Inch Nails and Madonna and Billy Idol and my eclectic mix of 80s pop.
Another morning waking up feeling like I’m on the verge of illness and then an hour later I’m fine. Maybe I’m allergic to sleep. Or a ghost is coming into my room at night and casting a spell on me – both highly likely scenarios.
I almost did a 6 mile route today but decided at the last minute to take the route that goes down Main Street to the harbor and back. I haven’t done this route in awhile and was in the mood for it, so I did it, because I am an adult and can do what I want.