Out for a morning run today, my first early run since the time change, the difference was literally night and day. Here are similar pics from this morning vs. my run last week at the same time.
People (my mom) ask me if it's safe to run when it's so dark out but it doesn't feel terribly scary around here. While it is pitch dark, it's not really desolate. It's late enough of a morning hour where there's a lot of activity going on all around with people going off to work and starting their day.
Plus I wear this:
And carry this:
But really, I only imagine myself using the pepper spray if a rabid dog came after me. And when I'm chugging along on my run, I sometimes flip the switch and pump the spray and pretend I just foiled an attack.
Today's run was 3.0 miles at 13:05 or so pace. Normally I would be disheartened by this pace but with the Marathon looming on Sunday, I am hoping that my brain is subconsciously forcing my body to store energy to get me through those 26.2 miles.
In other marathon news: the weather forecast for Sunday is calling for record heat. Niiiiiiice. The heat is such a concern that marathon organizers have moved the start time of the race up a half hour. So we'll start at 6:55am instead of 7:25am. (Good thing too, as I had thought the race started at 7:30 so I would have been 5 minutes late otherwise.)
I feel like Goldilocks...like some kinda major annoying complainer. The first time I ran the LA marathon the weather was tooo cold. And now it's going to be super hot. Is it too much to ask that the running gods provide perfect weather anytime I race?! GAAAHHHH!