its weird. I don’t enjoy crowds at ALL these days. Like, I went to a college football game for the first time in years and was thinking “this is horrible, how did I ever think this was fun?” but being in a crowd of runners is different. These are my people. Running my first race was a marathon starting in the pre dawn. I’ll never forget being part of the “thundering herd” of footsteps. I felt like a tribe heading off across the savanah, chasing a herd :)

the light in front’s cheap ass plastic clip that holds the light and alloys it to swivel broke immediately.

LOL, this is how I know I hate the cold. Start the top box for 50-60 F for me, and it relates to how I dress.