The accumulation was not much. It was more of a microburst of flurries that didn’t last too long. Boy, was it cold outside though.
As I sat there, waiting for the light to change by taking a photo, a simple thought cropped into my head – I want to run in this.
I want to feel the cold on my face. I want the slight dread of getting started and then realizing four miles in that I’m warm from my perspiration underneath all of those layers of clothing. I look forward to that mental toughness that comes with the level of dedication to be outside and moving when it is snowing and 20 degrees outside.
Ill, I know. Even a couple more dedicated and experienced runners than I (namely one ultra-marathoner in particular) said they’d rather be under covers than facing running winter weather.
Perhaps I will agree with them as the weekends of long group runs draws near. I signed back up for the running group on Tuesday, Jan. 3.
I timidly asked my boss if I could switch shifts with him for Saturdays. I actually gave up one of my rare first shifts so I can run in the morning with the group. He agreed. So, for the next few months I will work 4 p.m. to midnight or later on Friday evening, awake at 6:30 (or 6:45) to run with the group at 7:30 a.m., hopefully work in a nap, and be at work from 4 p.m. to 1 a.m. Saturday night.
My goals this year are to hopefully stay injury free and remain dedicated to an actual game plan. Last year I set huge goals of running a super-fast pace that may or may not have led to stress fractures and missed even what I would have considered a reasonable pace goal.
So this year, low and slow, that is the tempo, I hope. And when I mean slow, I mean having the discipline to hold a little back so I have enough gas (and health at the end of the race).
Last year I proved I could finish, even injured. This year will be about running smarter, and hopefully staying healthy.
(And honestly, I pray to not injure myself so I don’t have to listen to more of the somewhat annoying comments I am getting because I am doing this again. Around family the mantra is, “Oh, yeah, Brian’s running the marathon again so he can break his leg.” Ugh.)
So, here is hoping for a solid year of running. And winter weather, be ready. Here I come.