When you’re running in a blizzard, it helps to listen to reggae — seriously, it’s all about attitude people. I may have looked like this:
…but in my head it was cool water, warm sand, hot sun…
I wasn’t going to run today, but I started feeling guilty because I got home from work and still had daylight to kill. So I got dressed and went for a little 5 miler in my ‘hood.
My entire attitude about running in cold weather has changed. I used to look at a blizzard as the perfect excuse to stay inside and be lazy; today I was gazing outside at those big fluffy white flakes coming down and I just wanted to be out there!
Sure, I regretted it as soon as I got about two miles in and turned a corner into a wall o’ wind. But that happy little fantasy moment was nice while it lasted.
I think this is the coldest weather I’ve ever gone running in. We did the Eagle Creek trails a couple of times in single digits, but the forest helps block most of the wind. I had icicles on my eyelashes and my thighs were pink — that can’t be good. I don’t think my running pants are rated for zero. (By the way, I think it’s kinda funny when the temperature is zero; there is, essentially, no temperature.)
Got home and made some sludge — kiwi, banana, blueberries and Very Green veg powder from TJs (which is probably what made it that disgusting poo-brown color). It was not the best smoothie I’ve ever made. I think the VG kind of ruined it. I wanted to just use kiwi and strawberries but the strawberries are in the fridge at my office. Meh…
About to go soak in a hot, hot tub — later!
(Blog Title: Peter Tosh, Coming in Hot)