Sam and I have a different take on the end of Daylight Savings Time. She despises the early dark at the end of the day. I despise the late dark in the morning. Two years ago, I managed a long training run in Sackville, NB on the east coast because of the end of DST. The day before it had been dark at 7 a.m. But on the Sunday it was light. But that was the east coast. I wrote a post about why I like falling back. I wrote similar last year: see “And then there was light.” Sam hates November, largely because of the dark.
What I noticed yesterday morning when I woke up at about 6:30 is that it was still really dark. Now, yes, it would be worse for it to be still dark at 7:30, which is what time it would have been without the end of DST. But it remained pretty dark until shortly after 7 a.m. Somehow that’s not how I remember it. I thought it would be light before 7 again, making it a lot easier to get out for a run.
On Sunday, the first day of the end of DST, I mentioned to Cate and Christine that it got dark SO early. I get into hibernation mode in the winter, and especially on the nights when I plan to stay in I don’t really care what time it gets dark. In fact, the early dark makes those nights somehow seem cozier.
I’m hoping that one reason it seemed so dark yesterday morning was the dreary weather. Maybe with the overcast skies, it’s just dark anyway, regardless.
Meanwhile, as the captain of “Team Tracy” (fans of the end of DST, many of whom are motivated by the very short term benefit of the extra hour of sleep on Sunday morning), I have a reputation to uphold. But it’s hard to uphold it when my main reason — light in the mornings — hasn’t appeared to be the case so far this season.