Last night we did 5km steady...and it was SAD. I managed to squeak out a 13:11 m/m pace average and that just was painful to do. My leg is fine, CD2 didn't help much but the reality is that since winter hit we've had 3 weeks steady of sub -30'C and it's starting to kill my spirit.
Everyone around me is complaining and tired of the cold...I am too but I see no point in complaining about it...January and February are still ahead of us and that's when the weather really starts to suck ass.
Last night I sweated profusely on my run...like as in when I got back my shirts were soaked all the way through. It doesn't matter how I layer it seems I have a choice...freeze my ass off or sweat. I pick sweat. Being cold makes me cranky and I just can't keep up that happy attitude when nature decides to freeze us out.
I did however cement my decision to take all of next week off from running. I feel burnt out like I just want to crawl into a hole and stay there until spring thaw. What with the craziness of Christmas and all I think it'll help me more to not feel guilty about trying to make running work...and it's only 5 days off...5 glorious days without the whining babies I've been running with lately. Love it.
Back to the cold. I think nature's testing me. She knows what I've been up to and she's telling me that if I'm serious about the 50km, this is what it's going to be like. Sucky.
Time to suck it up.
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