photo credit to the 2018 Resolution Run crew.
So much for the grand resolutions. This photo was posted on the race website yesterday, me slogging it out through the first few minutes of the January first five klick Resolution Run in the first bitterly cold hours of 2018.
It was about -23 in this photo, not counting the windchill. I’m wearing 4 upper layers, 2 bottom layers, winter socks, double gloves, and you can almost count the variety of head wraps likes rings on a tree old enough to know better than to be outside in this weather.
The rest of the year has had it’s moments of slightly better temperatures, but the bulk of this year so far has been a wool-socks-in-bed kinda climate. The kinda weather that makes you want to curl up on the couch and play video games for an uninterrupted six hours. The kinda weather that hurts your bones just thinking about the weather. The kinda weather that prompts one to write a blog post about the weather because every post everywhere on all the socials are full of people talking about the weather.
And yet I’ve managed to log nearly a marathons-worth of distance on the year so far, most of it with numb toes.
Peer pressure? Resolution guilt? Good ol’Canadian stick-it-to-the-cold-ness? Whatever it is, if I could bottle it, serve it warm with a marshmallow on top, it would be worth a lot of something.