I would normally just post this in the running thread but I figure more people can laugh at/take pity on me here.
I had planned to get in a 10 mile run this weekend, hoping to do it Saturday morning to get it out of the way. Well, Friday not was a restless sleep for the little guy so I spent part of the night on the couch with him and ended up with a sore neck. So that pushed me off til yesterday when I made the decision I would hop out there after the Bears game (they were really finished about 5 minutes in and I'd have been better off going for my run then).
So by the time the game ended it was about 4 and though still sunny, I knew it would be dark by the time I finished my run. I pretty much knew I wasn't going to get 10 miles in but I thought I'd just push it as long as a could. Normally on a long run I would hit the bike path because it is safer and more pleasant. Knowing it would be dark that wouldn't be an option so I hit the streets. It was about 22 degrees out when I started running. I had a long-sleeved running pull-over on, a hat, and shorts because I don't like to run with pants on. It was quite nippy to start out but once I got going it wasn't too bad. I make a loop of about 5.5 miles that puts me about a little over a half mile from home and I start thinking about cutting it off. I glance south down my street and the RR tracks are clear. I think to myself that I should push myself to get a couple more miles in so I make another loop that adds about 2.5 more miles to my total and I'm headed home.
When I get to the stoplight that is about half mile from my house I notice that the rail crossing gates are flashing and then I notice that the train is stopped. So I decide to head west to the next place I could possibly cross the tracks even though I know it will probably add another mile and a half to the run (thus getting me close to the 10 had originally planned). I get about 2 blocks west and those gates start coming down so I know I'm not going to make it. So I just loop back to where the crossing is near my house. This train is crawling so I'm stuck there waiting for about 15 minutes freezing my butt off in the dark. With the wind chill it was probably about 10 degrees. It took me about 2 hours to warm up once I got home.
I told DW if this is the type of winter we are in for and it's starting this early we might be booking a late winter tropical getaway. Why do I live in Chicagoland again? I need to head south.