God must read my blog. Or the Chinese. Or whoever controls the weather around here.
Just a week ago I posted about how it is winter for the purposes of running, and now I’m forced to retract that statement and say NOW it is winter running weather. What else would you call 23 degrees, with a wind chill bringing it down to single digits? I think that qualifies as winter weather. And makes my previous post seem somewhat pathetic.
Be that as it may, the gist of the other post holds true: I love winter running. Hard as it may be to get out, there is absolutely nothing like that feeling of thawing upon returning from a freezing run. In fact, I am experiencing it right now. Aaah.
And I have something to add to my list of strange sightings on runs. I watched a car pull up into a driveway right next to a cat that stood disturbingly close to the moving car. Then, as the car door opened, the cat jumped in under the legs of the driver, an old man. And then it looked as though he was closing the door, but I was already past the driveway at that point and couldn’t be sure.
Either way, weird stuff. I have a cat, and I’m lucky if she responds to her name, let alone escort me out of my car.