Sunday afternoon was sunny, and it had been a while since the last rain. I decided to run fire trails in the local hills because once on top of the ridge, there would be lots of sunshine! Wheee! Vitamin D!
It was a lovely afternoon. A pair of white-tailed kites and a young harrier were working the west slopes of the hills, hunting for early gopher activity. A happy looking ash-throat flycatcher was stationed on a parks department sign at a trail crossing. The very earliest of the mustard (or is it coming up from last year's?) is starting to bloom.
It was full sunshine at 2:30-ish when I did the out and back miles along the north-south ridge. Heading south, my right side was toasty warm and my left side was freezing. Vice versa on the way back. Being a weather wimp, I admit I had to stop and turn around for a few moments, more than once.
I wonder what kind of weird autonomic nervous system responses your body goes through when one surface of the body is so much warmer than the other. Half my brain: "Happy, happy, sunshine, birdies, flowers, run, run, run..." Other half of my brain: "Stop or die! Turn around! Twirl in place! Aaaurgh!"