I ran with two different shoes and my was shirt inside out and backwards--but who notices those things when you dress in the dark and run at 3:33 in the morning with a headlamp? Well, I'll tell you who-- your smart-alek kids do when you get back and are standing at the stove in running tights trying to give them hot breakfast. I am such a baby. I NEED the sunlight and color or else I might as well be inside on the treadmill watching the last two seasons of whatever on DVD. I can't take the lack of sunlight. Although the stars were indeed shining brightly for a while--no clouds. I looked for falling and shooting ones, per Smooth's suggestion. But I didn't see anything but the big dipper turned perpidicular, and the 7 sisters, Orion's belt, etc. It was warm at first, no frost on the rooftops, when I took off (48 degrees maybe?). I wore a light long sleeve shirt and no gloves and was comfortable until right about an hour later. Just as the sunlight rimmed the mountain line, frost decended, and my hands got stiff and cold. It sure is hard to hurry inside and try to crack eggs for breakfast when your hands are frozen into claws--only to hear the snickering behind your back that you look homeless and stuff with your shirt and hair all like that. That's it.... crack you own eggs. | 