It seems they can’t be avoided, these cold forays with the running shoes. I was busy today with all kinds of random crap–paying bills, trying to figure out how to refinance and being put off again (even by a second lender), taking a carful of junk to the dump, letting my children climb all over me. So I got out to run at the end of the day.
I got to say goodnight to the sun, as it was setting. I told it I looked forward to seeing it tomorrow. It was 7 degrees when I left and 5 degrees when I got home. The wind was light but I ran fast. I heated up halfway through, enough so I was sweating, but it was chilly, especially with the breeze I created. These chilly runs can’t be avoided this time of year, if I want to run at all.
When I got home I was sweating, as usual. I wore a wind jacket, and it got soaked through. My gloves got frosted. My hat had a rim of ice. It was cold and I was pumping out water. My body isn’t quite sure what to make of thermoregulation when the outside temperature is in the single digits but my core temperature is higher than normal. It kind of freaks out.
The temperature is now zero, darkness having settled in for these many hours. It will get much colder tonight. I hope our blueberry bushes handle it well. I was hoping to run again tomorrow. I keep getting in these shorties–only four miles today. I was hoping to do at least six tomorrow, but I may just do the same four again.
I like to get out there, but dang, I’m no popsicle, and I’d like to keep it that way.