Monday, February 13, 2012

What a difference a week makes

A week ago I was sweating bullets during my run. Yesterday, I was still sweating bullets, but in a good way.

I reached the gate of my complex at 8am. For five minutes—I counted—I shivered waiting for a vehicle to come and allow me to exit.

It was 36 degrees.

Just as I turned to return home and add another layer of clothes, a car came and so I was off.

My family thought I was crazy for running in such a cold temperature. Why not wait until later in the day?

Well, I like running early. The roads are quieter which means less vehicle exhaust and I can actually listen to my Freakonomics podcast. Plus, morning is a great time to reflect. I can plan my day, my week or just be at one with my body. Besides, I like to do what I need to do and get it out of the way so the rest of my time is free.

Winter has always been my season. I love the briskness in air. People tend to dress nicer in winter—think cozy boots, funky tights, cool coats, trendy gloves and accessories.

In terms of running, I have a much better endurance and pace in cooler temps. I was kicking butt up until about mile five and then my right hip started to stiffen up. More breaks and stretches followed.

I knew if I doubled back that discomfort would get the best of me and I would fall short of my distance goal. So, I slowed my pace and literally took the long road home.

When MapMyRun called out seven miles, I threw my hands in the air like Rocky. Well, Mrs. Rocky … Only one more mile to go. I got this!

Sure enough, I did have it.

Eight miles. Check!

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