Running in a fog

Well it must be nearly July since the fog has started to roll in on a regular basis. Forgetting, for a moment, the vagaries of fog in the summer I set out this a.m. armed with long sleeved shirt and a jacket in case it got "chilly". Note to self - when running, fog is warm and clammy. I swear I was steaming like a horse by the time I finished 5 k (appropriate really since the first 1k was me picking my way along a horse trail trying to avoid the little gifts the horses had left.) Of course now that the tide has gone out it's all lovely and sunny, but this a.m. it was a medium dense fog complete with what I like to call "frain" - not rain really, just a heavy mist. Glasses are a real pain under these conditions but I discovered, oddly, that if I take mine off to run I think I'm 10 feet tall and my legs get a lot heavier. Like a friend said recently, running is all a mind game, so clearly my mind thought that since I was 10 feet tall my legs must be really long and therefore heavy. In any case I returned to running with rained on glasses and my gait improved markedly. My friend also made the point that if you only look a couple of feet ahead of you, especially while running up hills, things go much easier for you. And indeed, I discovered this is the case. Just focus on the now the Buddhists would say, and the now in this case was the couple feet of dirt path right in front of me. Hmm. There's probably some meaning in that I should figure out. But for now I think I'll go enjoy the sun now it's back...