On Feeling Alone Running In The Dark & Cold Winter Mornings In Fluorescent Jog Wear….
The weather outside is a mix of piss, cold, wind and rain.
As I type this I feel that I may have frostbite in my hands.
I am being a drama queen again.
I don’t mind running in wind or rain or the cold. It’s just when all 3 hit at once that I encounter problems. It’s even worse in the dark, I’m terrified of tripping and falling and freezing to death in a fucking gutter somewhere.
But I must admit that I find some perverse joy running in these conditions. Especially on main roads when cars shine full beam into my eyes, leaving me exposed as a confused, hungry looking ghost in fluorescent dress.
It’s empowering when you’re out on your own and everyone else is in bed. Once you’re out there in the streets you feel unstoppable, if not slightly insane for heading out in the first place. The hardest bit of it all is convincing myself to get out of bed. If I can just pop the duvet off and my running shoes on then I can pretty much guarantee that my whole day will be so much better because of having run.
My sleeping pattern is still shit. I’m going to bed now and if the weather is better later I’ll go out again.
The weather can only get better from here on in.