My alarm was set for 6AM this morning, so I could go for a run. I took one look outside into the frozen, 6″ of snow-covered tundra, then pulled the warm covers over my head. I thought to myself “I’ll just run on the indoor track over lunch.”
I eventually got up an hour later, feeling somewhat like a sally for not going out and braving the cold. Of course, when I got out of the shower, my rockstar roomie comes in from her run. She braved the cold and I felt like a slacker. But I just thought to myself “well, LJ’s a rockstar, most people aren’t half as hardcore as she is…”
So then I head to the bus stop to catch my bus, all bundled up, squinting into the frigid air, when I see these guys:
An ENTIRE POSSE of runners fly by me like it’s blue skied and 70 degrees out. I instantly feel like a bum and realized that maaaaaaybe I’ve lost my hardcore “run outside despite any weather condition” mentality that I used to have when I lived in Ohio. Ohio has some crazy weather, and I ran 4 years of competitive XC and track there. We had no choice but to get used to buckling down and embracing its weather.
That was enough motivation to get me out the door over my lunch break. I bundled up, made sure to wear thick wool socks, and hit the creek/bike path for 4.5 miles. A little icey, a little windy, a lot bit cold, but hey, I did it. And I’m glad I did. I rewarded myself with a huge mug of hot cocoa :)
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