The schedule called for 7 miles yesterday. Being that I worked 8-6pm, that was going to happen after work.
I packed the gym bag carefully. Being that it was supposed to be "cold", I had the tights, merino wool shirt, jacket, merino wool Buff, toboggan hat, gloves. I checked, the light was already in the side pocket.
Work was horribly busy, so I really didn't have much time to over-think my run. I always have the "treadmill backup" but I was also of the mind set that even if it was cold out there, I needed to get outside and run.
I checked the weather website right before leaving work..oh, 24 degrees F. Not bad at all!
I drove to my parking lot, and kept the car heater going while I changed clothes. I grabbed the headlamp, and turned it on.
Nothing. Huh. I kept pushing the button, thinking, hmm, had I turned it OFF last time I used it? Usually when I arrive back at my vehicle, in the dark, I am in a hurry to get dry clothes on and get the vehicle moving toward home. Maybe I had just tossed the headlamp in the gym bag, leaving it on.
Okay. I rummaged through the bag, finding the small penlight flashlight. Not my Fenix light, but a small light that I usually use at a campsite.
I don't like to run with a hand held light. Well, crap. I'm garbed, ready to go. Do I admit defeat, drive home, de-garb, and jump on the treadmill?
No. I decide to run with the handheld light. Once upon a time, I didn't like running with a handheld bottle either, and I got over that.
You know what? Running with the handheld light was just fine. It didn't nauseate me-although I wasn't swinging it either.
The run was extraordinarily good. The dirt/gravel township road is now just ice and snow, but I had my screwed shoes on.
The neighborhood dogs were a bit startled by my night time appearance, but no one was angry once I started talking to them, I think they recognized my voice.
The clothes were a good choice, my hands warmed up quickly. There was no wind, which was most helpful. A nice little run around the block, post work, seven miles.