Living on the beach in the South sometimes tends to make you forget that the weather isn’t always at least 65 and somewhat sunny. Yesterday, mother nature reminded us of that fact with a cold, wet, rainy day. Fall is here. As I was walking across campus, cursing myself for not owning an umbrella (note to self, add that to the shopping list) I began to think about this weekend and almost stopped in my tracks.
Your guess is as good as mine. And so the hunt begins. Cold hands are not fun.
Nor is running in the freezing rain (again , freezing being anything below 60, haha). But am I too stubborn to DNS due to weather? You best believe it! So I’m psyching myself up for the absolute worst possible case weather situation, so when I arrive to the start line with a balmy 58 degrees and sunshine, I can smile.
Anyone have any cold, wet marathon survival stories for me?
Midterm on Friday, Marathon on Saturday, and maybe, just maybe, I can catch up on some blog reading on Sunday. Sorry about that friends 🙂