Fog!

The funny thing about this running thing is that I constantly find myself in situations doing something that is so unlike me.  I've mentioned being wimpy and oh boy, I define the word.  Scared of my own shadow as a kid, never one to try many new things that put me out of my comfort zone and certainly not one to actively seek out physical discomfort, I'm still a bit surprised when I go ahead with something I'd never had done before.  

It had been foggy the past two mornings so it didn't surprise me when I checked the weather first thing this morning and saw the Dense Fog Alert.  I debated, I did. But then I reminded myself I said I only wouldn't run because of rain.  And then I remembered all the bloggers that run in ice, snow, freezing temps, rain and the like and I decided I could handle a little fog.  

Let me tell you though, fog in the dark is creepy.  

But I did it, yes I did.  

When I walked outside it was eerily silent except the trees were cackling -- I think it was the moisture on the branches.  The cackling was so loud because everything else was so quiet. Visibility was about 50ft. so not too bad.  But when I turned on my headlamp, all I saw was water floating all around me and I was instantly chilled.  There was nothing to do at that point so off I went.  

It wasn't that bad but it was still creepy -- every time a leaf would fall I'd jump and I constantly felt like someone was going to jump out at me.  Also the run itself was difficult -- I'm terrible in the dark anyway and the headlamp was absolutely no use so I was even slower.  But it was also very very peaceful -- even more so than regular.  I never did warm up though and was very happy I'd worn my big thick gloves so my hands didn't turn white (which is always nice).  

So I guess this means I can run in fog.  A few modifications to what I wore and I'm set.