The forecast for tonight is "wintry mix," that description that we all dread. Morning can bring anything from a six-inch snow to ice-sheathed tree limbs and a deck more suited to ice skating than to Tai Chi. The weather is supposed to be rolling in this afternoon, so I decided to take an opportunity and run this morning while Martha was in her yoga class. I dressed out in shorts and a long-sleeved shirt, and the instant I stepped out of the car in the Town Hall parking lot I thought, "Jeez! What was I thinking!" A cold wind was nipping at my bare legs, and the sky was overcast.
March 6. And despite the daffodils spotted down the road on our walk the other day and the forsythia blooming on the dining room table, winter has not yet lost its grip on Highlands. I decided to run 400-meter intervals again, my first since the cataract lay-off, to try and stay warm if nothing else, and I did pretty well, putting in an extra mile down Main Street to the Bascom and back again. On the way back, the wind was in my face and I was getting seriously chilled. All I could think was, "Perhaps this is my last day this season of being truly cold on a run!"
Could it be so? I think not. We still have a long way to go.
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