I got up early this morning to go for a run in town as I have a in house party this morning, am entertaining out of town co-workers tonight, and our big company party is Saturday. Every little bit of exercise that I can get in to stave off the holiday pounds is pretty important right now. So despite the heavy fog, I headed in as the roads are better to run on in town.
I know that I looked like the Sun in the Jimmy Dean commercials. If you are going to run in the dark, especially if you are going to do it in heavy fog, being seen is vital. So I had on a bright, reflective, yellow jacket and a blinky light. I would just as soon not become a grease spot on the road.
Most of the roads I run on are neighborhood streets, and it was both quiet and beautiful. There is something wonderful about being out while the rest of the world is asleep. Well, most of the rest of the world.
Believe it or not, I did almost get hit this morning. Not by a car, but by a mountain biker! Not your poor Hispanic worker going in to work early, so don't go down that road. This was a guy with some skill, out in the dark, wearing all black. Yeah, and no lights. Not even a blinky. He came fast and was going to make a quick turn into the road that I was running by, and just about plowed into me. Me, the iridescent one...
We get a bunch of people hit on their bikes down here every year. The cyclists get all up in arms when the police start their investigations with the assumption that the cyclist is at fault. Guess what... sometimes we are. Riding in the dark, in the fog, wearing black, with no lights... doesn't do much to improve the assumption that we don't belong on the road.
Oh, well, off to dry my hair. Fine Norwegian hair and fog make for a Medusa-like do which is frowned on in the office!