. . . Perfect Running Weather
I’m dreaming (or visualizing) about the weather I want for my next half. Actually, by the time you read this, I’ll have already run that half. I’m writing this a couple of weeks before the race.
Tuesdays on the Run asked us what are our preferred weather conditions for running this week. I try hard to visualize this on my training runs, and those rare training runs that actually have the weather I’m looking for? I try hard to store memories of those, too.
So what’s the perfect racing weather to me? Not this:
And not this either:
Both scenarios happened in the past 6 weeks for races.
We left home on a nice springlike day, and drove back just two days after the race to spitting snow and snow actually on the grass and buildings in Vermont on the way home.
If I could order up the perfect weather for a half marathon, it would be:
Warm, but not too warm
Roughly low to mid 50s. Hopefully just warm enough so that I don’t need a jacket and can wear a skirt . I’m actually really, really used to running in jackets at the moment, but it always feels freer when there’s no jacket involved.
I just miss the pockets!
I had a great run at my fall half, waaaaay back in October, but I was almost blown into Lake Champlain by the ferocious winds and almost lost my favorite “Run Happy” hat.
If it’s not too warm, I can live with no wind at all.
If it’s warm, a gentle rain feels really nice — although that can lead to chafing in areas you normally don’t get chafing. I didn’t get any chafing on my last cold, rainy double digit run of this training cycle, but soggy shoes and socks did lead to a little discomfort.
Again, if the weather cooperates, I don’t need any rain, thank you very much.
If it’s sunny and my preferred temperatures, then I won’t need a jacket, and I might be able to run in a skirt. When it’s cloudy, it can feel a lot colder than whatever the thermometer says.
A few clouds are good for photos and for preventing sunburn and overheating.
Alas, my half on Saturday did not cooperate with this scenario. At all. And the weather forecasters royally screwed up the forecast, too — at least, four days before the actual race, which was when we headed out for the start of our racecation.