I would see these "people" on the way to church on Sunday mornings. It would be hovering around the freezing point and these "people" would go running by. Didn't they know it was cold outside? Doesn't breathing that cold air hurt their lungs? What could possibly be so important that would get you up early on a brisk morning to do something as awful as running? Crazy runners.
And now the transformation is complete. Yesterday I arrived at the lake for my run. An easy 9 miles (yes, I said "easy" - more proof of my craziness). Here's the really insane part: it was 27 degrees when we started running. TWENTY-SEVEN!!! But I had my layers on: three shirts, two pants, two pairs of socks, two pairs of gloves, and a hat. The first several miles were miserable: everything felt pretty good considering but my hands just plain HURT! I was almost in tears from the pain. It took a good four miles before the pain let up. After that, it was pretty smooth sailing. Well, except for the slippery frost on the foot bridges and the ice slicks on the path. :) I figured it could have been worse; after all, the winds were calm and the sun was shining (unlike today).
It took me 1 hour and 35 minutes to "loop the lake", almost 10 minutes faster than the last time we "just looped the lake". When I got into the car to come home, I immediately checked the temperature: 32 degrees. It took me about 10 minutes to get home. My husband took my picture:
What's that white stuff on your shirt and hat, you ask? FROZEN SWEAT! See, CRAZY! (And don't ask why I'm dressed like a cat burglar...completely unintended.)
Between the training, holiday preparations, birthday parties, the press, and just the everyday stuff, I've been so busy! When did life get so nuts?
[Did you catch it? The word "press"? More on that later! ;)]
1 comments:
Yeah...I caught that word you slipped in there! Details!
And GOOD LUCK on your half marathon!! I'm sure your kids are super proud of you!
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