The Dark Ages

That’s how I think of my midweek runs right now. The fact that I have to leave for work at 7:15 a.m. is beginning to create some very dark start times for my runs. Poo. I don’t like it. Not one bit. Today my neighbor was gracious enough to run with me, but she hadn’t thought about how dark it would be at 5:40 in the morning. The poor girl showed up in black tights and a black sweatshirt—no reflective strips whatsoever. Fortunately for her I was sporting my god-awful, please don’t let anyone I know see me in this, reflective vest. Thankfully the few cars on the road avoided us. Oh yeah, and lest I forget, it was eighteen frickin’ degrees outside with a single digit wind-chill. Lovely. When’s spring??