…….also known as the time of questionable wardrobe decision-making for runners.
I was literally shaking with cold when I chose my clothing for my run this afternoon. It wasn’t really cold at 16 degrees Celsius, but just 10 short days ago we were pushing 30. The sun was shining gloriously, but it’s fall, I’m a wimp and am beginning to think perhaps I was supposed to have been born in a tropical clime.
As a result I chose knickers, a long sleeve shirt and a vest. I know what your thinking “She’s going to be too hot in all of those clothes” and you would be right. It didn’t happen right away, rather when I was 2 Km away from my house. Unlike a jacket that you can remove and tie around your waist when you get hot, I was trapped inside the boxy sauna that was my vest. I couldn’t undo it more than about a third of the way either because when I did all of the odds & ends in the pockets would begin jostling violently with every step threatening to bounce out. It was as though the vest was conspiring against my mental health and nearly winning.
Just when I thought that I couldn’t take it anymore, on the verge of going crazy, I made it home. That vest was off so fast that if it’d had a head it would still be spinning an hour later.
Needless to say it will be a while before that vest makes it out of my closet and onto my body again.