Had me a blast.
Happened so fast.
I recently read a blog entry that discussed some of the downsides of running in summer weather, among which were complaints like it’s hot and humid, you have to wear less clothes (not sure why this is an issue,) chafing (which would be reduced if you wore less clothes,) salt encrusted selfies, and mosquitoes.
Of all the things on their list, I have to agree with the mosquitoes. especially bugs in the mouth.
As someone who has run in -9 degree F weather in Pennsylvania and the 120 degree dry heat of Phoenix, I have experienced quite a spectrum of seasonal running and temperatures. Without a doubt, I would pick 120 degrees in Phoenix over sub zero temps in Pennsylvania–any day. No questions. End of discussion. And no mosquitoes at 120 degrees. Maybe a gecko. Or a scorpion. And they won’t end up in your mouth unless you collapse from dehydration or heat stroke.
But if I had to pick one thing that bothers me the most about warmer weather running, it has to be the spider webs.
There is a trail that I traverse along the course of my run. As the temperatures rise, so do the number of spider webs crossing the rather narrow path.
I have visions of being caught like extras in Stephen King’s The Mist, or ending up like Frodo in a spidery cocoon.
You can’t always see the wispy strands, but you can feel them on your legs and face. I end up running this trail most summer mornings with one hand held up in front of my face as though I am trying to elude the Phantom of the Opera’s punjab lasso.
At least I don’t need a machete. Yet.