Shirtless Running

The weather is apparently very changeable out here in Atlantic Beach.  Yesterday afternoon the wind was blowing and it was a little chilly, so we bundled up in jackets with hoods and gloves.  This morning we awoke to balmy 65-degree conditions, and midway on my 6-mile run to Fort Macon, I took off my shirt.  What a wonderful feeling, to run unencumbered by shirt!  Also, nobody knows me out here.

Don't worry, I won't post a picture for the innocent follower of this blog.  I am reminded of that comment that Queen Gertrude made (just before she downed the poisoned pearl):

"He’s fat, and scant of breath.—

Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows.

The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet."   Act V, Scene 2

Weather predictions are also notoriously poor both here and at the northern Outer Banks where we normally vacation.  Even worse than a groundhog.  All week, the prediction has been for "mostly cloudy" conditions while the sun has shone brightly - shirtlessly, almost! - in a completely cloudless sky.  Today my weather app, usually so reliable in Highlands, again predicted partly cloudy skies, but fortunately it was wrong and we awoke once again to blue, blue sky, and not a shadow of cloud.  Good running weather!