I decided to wait a half hour for the mercury to climb from 33 to 37 degrees, and then I put on my Winter Running Toga for the first time in months and hit the road.
Running in cold weather is a completely different beast. I’ve run when it’s been much colder, but that first cold run of Autumn is always a shock to the system. I had to cover up my sexy runner’s legs, and I know that’s a disappointment to the ladies who line my route to catch a glimpse of them as I speed past. Sorry, ladies! Spring will be here soon…
When running in near freezing temps, I tend to be much more focused on my breathing and making sure I have feeling in all of my limbs. Fear of frostbite is a huge motivator for me, and I know it gets me to move faster than normal.
I didn’t even notice them at first because I was concentrating so hard on keeping my toes from freezing, but they got my full attention when one of them hit me in the side of the head with a snowball. I tried to ignore them, but that was impossible considering the taunts they were hurling at me.
“Winter’s coming!” “You can’t outrun a blizzard!” “Better keep running because you’re really going to need the stamina for all the snow shoveling you’ll be doing.” “Nice toga!”
Ugh! What horrible otherworldly beings! I shouldn’t be surprised, though, given the loathsome person who signs their paychecks.
They eventually got bored with my giving them the cold shoulder, and they left me alone to finish my run. I added a little distance to yesterday’s adventure, but didn’t want to spend too much time out in the Arctic, so I made my way back to The House on the Hill.
Despite my rude treatment by the Snowmen and the slight shock the temperatures caused to my system, it was a great run. There’s no sign of frostbite, and I’m slowly preparing my system for those inevitable snow runs in my future.
The bottom line is that despite the trying conditions, I just ran. Run is all you need.
Well, run and a fur lined toga. And maybe some gloves. But run is the key thing…