The first half of November in Central Indiana was a runner's dream.
Today, the real Indiana November returned.
It's like having a pleasant, refreshing, warm conversation with [pick your own celebrity beauty/hunk] interrupted by the gray, cold, wet, dismal aunt that you try to forget about but she always turns up.
Oh, and the fog... the fog makes things just that little bit more miserable. It's the wet that can ride the air straight through your clothes, and camp right up against your skin, chilling you to the bone.
November in Indiana isn't for the weak. It's cold. It's windy. It's wet. You'll go days without seeing the sun. It's depression wrapped in a damp towel. And it's here until April, maybe May. It's the price we pay for a lower cost of living.
For runners, it means we're cold at the start of every run. We're still in denial about how cold it is and the wet weather gear is still packed away. So we're under-dressed and ill-prepared. Essentially, we're miserable. And our feet are wet.
But a day with a run, especially a dreary day, is better than one without a run. So buck up, gear up, and hit those damp streets. You'll feel better.
Numbers: 3.6 miles on trails.