I awoke at 5 a.m., looked at the temperature display on my front porch and saw it read 56.7 degrees. Must be some mistake, I thought. I walked outside to pick up the newspaper down the driveway and ... where was that morning chill? It felt more like early summer.
So I put away the long-sleeved shirt I had planned to wear and rummaged deep in my shirt drawer for a singlet I hadn't worn since October. (And, yes, smart guy, I had washed it since then.)
There I was, hitting the road about two hours before sunrise, and I'm sweating big-time. Just three days earlier, at the starting line for the Shamrock'n Half Marathon, I was shivering.
We're obviously in that weird time of year when the seasons get confused. I guess that is spring in Sacramento. Warm one day, chilled the next.
Believe me, I enjoyed the mile temp this morning.
You just have to remember to stay a little more hydrated than if you were running when it's 10 to 15 degrees cooler. Let's just say I felt a tad parched after today's 15-mile progression slog.
Take it from me: If you're running today at noon or after work, imbibe liberally with fluids.
And enjoy the run.
Who knows, tomorrow might turn out to be windy and rainy. You just never know.