Yesterday I went on my coldest run of the season. When I stepped outside the temperature was in the 20s but with the 25-30mph winds, it felt more like the single digits. I like running in the cold but yesterday’s 12-miler tested my dedication. I had to stop a few times to catch my breathe because the air I was breathing in was just so incredibly dry. At one point, my boyfriend and I actually stopped at his office on the way back to warm up a bit before we ran the final 2 miles back. He offered to run back, get his car, and come pick me up. I was that cold. But I’m also incredibly stubborn and wanted to get in the full 12 miles, especially since our pace had been really good up until that point. So, instead of giving in to the option that would have been much easier (and warmer) I decided to continue on the run- and it was so worth it. My Garmin had died but he said we got in to the 7:XX/mile pace in the final two miles (super fast for me, easy for him) but I felt great. Once I finally warmed up inside with a hot cup of tea I realized that it really was a great run. Happy running this week!
P.S. I know it’s been awhile since I’ve blogged but I promise to start it up again! Anything you’d like me to write about in particular? Let me know in the comments section below or tweet to me at @byHannahMcG