A few months ago I wrote that I was going to try to be more positive about winter running, so here goes: Running this winter has be POSITIVELY brutal.
Thank you very much. Thank you. Thank you. I’ll be here all weekend.
I’m going to be trapped inside all weekend because it’s supposed to go down to a balmy “feels-like” minus thirty-four tomorrow morning. I’m going to stay in my pajamas and skip my usual Saturday morning run. Maybe play some video games with Claire. You know… do something sane.
I told myself that would be an acceptable compromise if instead I laced up after work and did at least five klicks in the not-quite-as-cold-as-tomorrow chill of the dusk of this still-very-cold Friday evening. So I did. I laced up. Wrapped myself in three layers of synthetic fibers. And kicked out into the still-snowy streets of the suburbs as the sun set under the pale grey blanket of icy frozen air.
But really… it was lovely. Winter running… huzzah… *cough-cough*