I didn’t hear my alarm go off this morning for running club.  Slept right through the crazy thing!  MFH (My Favorite Husband) heard it, though, and got up.  He fed the cats and let the dog out.  Good guy, MFH!

Finally, at around 5:00 am, he comes into the bedroom and asks, “Are you going to running group this morning?”  I asked him what time it was.  He told me and I flew out of bed.  I was very, very late!

I knew we were in for a cold snap last night.  I had laid out a long sleeve tech shirt and running shorts for this morning’s run.  Seeing as it was 29F instead of the 34F they had forecast-ed, I knew I needed my running tights instead of shorts.

Now, I had a funny dream during the night.

See, back when #1 Daughter was a infant, I was super, super thin.  I was dabbling in running at that time.  We were living in Chicago so it was cold out (she was born in January).  At that time, I had purchased a pair of long running tights.  I really, really liked those tights.  They were pretty!  I wore them often on my morning runs.  That was 27 years ago.

So, during the night, I was dreaming that I was looking for the running tights I have now.  All I could find were the tights I had bought 27 years ago.  They were old and thin.  They had holes in the butt.  They were not wear-able.

MFH was grumbling to me (in the dream) about how I would just have to wear them anyway because I had just bought a new pair of running shoes (truth in real life!) and we couldn’t afford for me to go buying any little running thing that suited my fancy.

I was trying to reason with him how those old running tights were completely shot and he was having no part of it.

Strange dream.

So, he woke me up this morning.  I flew to the shower!  After my shower, I yanked open the drawer that holds my running stuff and could NOT find my for real running tights!

My running tights now are capris.  We DO live in Mississippi after all and I refuse to wear full length tights.  That is just wrong.

I couldn’t find them.  Oh NO!!!  I was literally throwing things out of the drawer onto the floor.

“Where are my tights!?!” I asked.

“What do they look like?”  MFH asked.

That was a problem.  I hardly ever wear them and I really didn’t know!  So, I kept on tossing things until finally, at the very bottom of the drawer, crammed into the right hand corner, there were my running tights.  A site for sore eyes to be sure.

If you are wondering, they are black capris with highlight yellow piping down the side and reflective stuff on them.

They kinda kept me warm this morning.  It was chilly out there!  I cannot complain, though, because they were definitely warmer than if I was wearing my running shorts.

All’s well that ends well!