Right before striking out this morning for one of the only rec centers in Denver open on Sunday, I had a serious talk with myself.
Self, I said. You should bring that hoodie. It might be cold, or you might want it on your way home.
No way, I replied. It’s already 59°! And it’s not even 8 am, I will probably be hot on my way home.
Sure, but what’s the harm? Tie it around your waist! You never know.
I do know I’m on my bike, and I already have to tote my towel, goggles, iPod, etc. on my back and pedal it twelve miles round trip, so anything I can leave at home is great.
So, of course while it was sunny and bright and beautiful on my way there, while I was inside swimming and then running, the temperature dropped 10°, grey clouds rolled in and a sharp breeze picked up. When it came time to leave, I stood outside, shivering in shorts and short sleeves. I considered calling a friend who lives nearby to see if I could borrow a jacket for the trip home, and even more seriously I considered calling a cab. But instead I HTFU‘d and rode home. It wasn’t that bad.
And while yesterday it was near 80° and felt like the middle of summer, it is currently 32° and actually snowing. (I also keep thinking it’s thundering, but that’s just my upstairs neighbor who’s not very agile on her nordic track. Can it even thunder while it snows?)