Last night's storms had cleared away by the time I left for work this morning, giving way to blue skies and gentle (if a bit nippy) breezes. And, with the exception of a hail storm just before lunch that set off several car alarms outside our office window, it has stayed that way all day. In fact, when I left work at 5pm, it felt almost balmy.
Of course, the reason that it felt warm was because I was wearing a cozy winter coat and was walking with the wind at my back, something that I only realised once I emerged from the flat in my running gear and walked (into the wind) the half-mile to the start of the run at Westerloch. Definitely bracing.
It was a beautiful night, though. The moon was full and low on the horizon, hovering just above the Lerwick skyline and reflected in the waters of the Loch of Clickimin, and I kept sight of it for most of the run. Running in the dark feels wilder and more joyful to me than running during the day; it feels like I'm running for the sheer pleasure of it rather than because I have to. Tonight, I felt like I could have run forever. It even crossed my mind to do Friday's 9 mile run tonight - the way that I was feeling, I certainly could have.
But training programmes are structured the way that they are for a reason, so I was sensible. However, I did switch this week's 3 mile and 4 mile runs around and did the 4 mile run tonight instead of tomorrow. This was sensible too, though, as it's meant to be storms again tomorrow and I'd rather do 3 miles in a storm than 4.
Fabulous night. Sometimes I can't believe that they pay me to be here.