If sick days count, then last week. *cough* *cough* aaaaaah-choo!
I guess you could call it a make-up run, though I think that just delaying a frosty Sunday run for a few hours in lieu of some slightly warmer weather still counts as a frosty Sunday run no matter how you calculate it.
Leon met me down near the Mill Creek Pool, a spot I’ve never run from but it was only a couple klicks from his house so (due to the fact his truck was frozen and wouldn’t start) he could jog there.
It was still cold, of course. Freaking cold. Three layer of shirts cold. But the sun had been out for a few hours and the sun had warmed it by a few degrees and the wind wasn’t nearly as bad as the weatherman predicted, so we ran towards downtown, across the river and along the various detouring trails by the construction there.
Then we went for brunch.
Bacon, eggs, toast, and enough hot coffee refills over the duration to ensure the waitress earned her tip.
The thing is this: when you wake up early on a Sunday morning, no matter how good your intentions, and you look at your phone to discover that the temperature is a balmy minus-twenty-five degrees (which feels like minus thirty-four when you count windchill factor) then you look long and hard at the reflection in the mirror and contemplate other options. Like, say, waiting until later, when the sun has warmed the air to something in, say, the minus-teens and you don’t necessarily need to question your own sanity at the prospect of running today. So, assuming nothing goes too far off the rails before lunchtime, this week’s Sunday run has been brought to you by the letters W and D… for Weather Delay.
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*
I’ve been off sick. I finally relented a took a couple sick days and stayed home to nurse myself back to health.
Drum roll… the results of which, after lots of sitting around doing nothing much more than watch television and play video games, drinking hot tea and having long afternoon naps with my Kindle hanging limply from my hands, I am feeling significantly better. Maybe not cured, but better.
Even though I was still a bit tired, I was also going stir crazy. And the snow had started to fall, just lightly though, but with the dude on the radio promising a long bitterly cold weekend full of more snow and more ugly weather, and as he put it “a great weekend to stay indoors and watch a movie.”
So, I tempted fate and went for a short jaunt around the local neighborhood, just enough to get the blood flowing but not enough to crash me on the couch for another two days… at least not because of my health.
Academically I understand the training logic of the long slow run. Drop your pace by a double digit percentage, crank down the speed, and draw out a distance that you’d normally run much quicker, all for the effect of honing your endurance stats.
Still, when you find yourself plodding along through the sun-shiny winter trails watching the pace creep into turtle-speed territory, it’s tough not to feel a little more than sluggish.
The weather has been cold, but it improved today, the temps pulling into the negative single digits. I’ve still been fighting this head cold (it’s almost 100% a sinus thing now) so I popped a few pills and it dried everything up enough that I was able to breath for the better part of thirteen klicks.
Thirteen. Thirteen wasn’t all that bad considering I went to bed last night thinking I was going for a twenty-four klick run this morning. But after a mediocre night’s sleep and some sober second thoughts, I figured I’d keep my milage low for another week. Maybe next weekend we’ll do a little more distance.
It was very cold today. Very cold. The temperature on my phone said -19C. And apparently the windchill made it feel more like -28C. So, my camera with full batteries, lasted about twenty minutes.
I lasted nearly an hour and covered a slow (due to camera setup and other things) not-quite-eight.
For all the frozen-ness of the world this morning, there were more than a few brave souls out. Not lots, but I passed more than ten people on my route out through the south stretch of Terwillegar and back. The sun was the only thing keeping me going. I was basically solar powered. Had it been cloudy, I think I would have turned back two klicks in and called it a close-enough-to-four that I was happy.
It took me half an hour and a hot shower to warm back up to normal. But I got some cool pics.
These days: a dry, hacking cough that I can’t seem to shake.
How not to start the new year? How about with a head cold on the long weekend. #norunningtoday
Winter running. No… really.
That spending the morning with my Californian cousins will highlight just how Canadian I really am.
There are, essentially, two weeks (counting today) until the end of 2015. Each year I set an annual goal for my distance. If this is a good practice or not, I can’t say; But it keeps me running, especially on a day like today. As I sit here in the cafe typing, on my Friday off, feeling the chill of the minus twenty air coming through the glass of the nearby window, I’m contemplating my goal. I’m contemplating that I have another forty klicks to run in the next two weeks in order to meet my goal. And I’m contemplating that I really need to find a way to do a run today –despite the weather. I think a deep, contemplative sigh would be appropriate here.