Fear Of Frostbite Makes Me Run Faster

cold_runnerIt’s cold in Maine today, Modern Philosophers.  Temperatures hovered in the mid 30s as I generated Deep Thoughts on the pros and cons of going for a run.

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.

snowmenThe most difficult part about this morning’s run, however, was the hecklers.  The Four Snowmen of the Apocalypse, Snow Miser’s most evil henchmen, cruised up next to me in their ice truck.

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.

runner snowDespite 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…

About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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8 Responses to Fear Of Frostbite Makes Me Run Faster

  1. I like to wear my toque as well.

  2. ksbeth says:

    hey, i’m half italian, i can have those 4 guys who are bothering you just disappear…

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