I didn’t take a run yesterday. Why? It was raining. To be precise it was 49 degrees, slight breeze, and less than a tenth of an inch of precipitation an hour.
My passion is cross country skiing. I am in training for the coming Nordic ski season. I have skied in worse conditions than that. In fact one of my most memorable experiences was skiing on a miserable, cloudy day, gliding over firm packed powder snow with the temperature below 20 degrees F. Along comes a huge eight point buck loping along beside me.
I didn’t have to do the 10 miles I had planned. The rain was not freezing onto black pavement. I have the clothing and protective garb for such conditions right in my locker. In fact, I could have worn that new high tech long sleeve tee shirt that I got for volunteering at the duathlon on Sunday. I would not have suffered frost bite. I would have been fine, but I didn’t. Now I am kicking myself out of bed and today I am going to do it.
Mother nature had something to show me yesterday on the Mohawk Towpath Byway, and I didn’t take advantage.