Nothing like a brisk run to start the day off right.
Who am I kidding.
IT’S FREAKIN’ FRIGID OUTSIDE!!
Now, I don’t mind running in the cold. In fact, I usually enjoy it. The air tends to be lighter making it easier to breathe and the cold air keeps me from feeling like I’m working too hard.
I don’t even mind that it takes me 10 minutes to dress for my run. Unlike Abby who has great ‘running fashion’, I throw on 2 pairs of sweats, a snug long sleeve turtle neck, a long-sleeve thermal shirt, an oversized hoodie sweatshirt, and top it off with a windbreaker pullover.
Right before heading out, I don my earmuffs, put up my hoodie, wrap my scarf around my face….say a few choice words after remembering I haven’t plugged my earbuds in my ears yet…repeat that process, and finally ball my hands up inside my gloves and head out the door.
And this I like —–
Today was miserable. What I have failed to mention is that I am okay with cold, but I am not okay with cold wind…. and today was windy.
‘Course I didn’t know this until I got outside, and by that time I was not going to undo all that I had done to go down stairs on the elliptical, so I continued on.
The worst part was heading east. The worser part was that I always seemed to be heading east. Not sure how that could be, but I swear – it felt like every corner I turned I was heading east again. And if I did turn west, and get a break from the wind, the next corner was east again. Or so it seemed….
Normally after my run I would cool down outside before heading into the warm house. But today I went right in…
…and immediately began sweating. I felt a strong urgency to get out of all my clothes, but my fingers were so frozen that they hurt, making it difficult to remove my layers.
By now the blood has painfully returned to my fingertips, I’m snuggled on my barstool with a hot cup of coffee, and I’m thankful that I was determined enough to keep going.
Because as miserable as all this sounds, I love how I feel after a run.