Indoor Track

I'd pretty much decided that between the -44'C, my head cold and the 2 feet of snow that we got that I wasn't going to run outdoors today. I might have done it if there wasn't all that fresh snow from yesterdays blizzard, but I had zero desire to end up wiped out from fighting nature to get my 14km in.

If I'm honest I was DREADING the track. It was all I could do to make myself go. I was envisioning counting laps and having it drag by...kinda like watching paint dry. You know what happened? I had the best run I've had in ages. I was unencumbered by the multitude of layers, I didn't have to focus so hard on where I was going to put my foot, no ice, no snow ruts and best of all for the first time in MONTHS i was able to crank up my music and just run for the love of running.

I switched the read out on the watch to heart rate and kept it in the range I wanted. My foot pod was synced to track my distance and speed, but we all know that can end up being unreliable, so heart rate training it was.

I was rather impressed...my average was 12:30 m/mile for the entire 14km...and that included stopping for fuel and not stopping the watch a few times...with a head cold...which also made me stop every 10 minutes or so to blow my nose. The fact that I was able to run my old race pace with no issues and little effort made me feel fantastic. Pleased even.

It did show me though that I need to keep pushing and training hard. I though that my pace would pick up naturally with all this hard work...it would seem not. I mean I know I'm sick but still...it's not like it's a brutal chest cold or anything. So my plan is to get back out there and come Tuesday run garbage hill again. Am I excited to continue running in this arctic weather we're having? Nope. Not one bit, but I figure it's only going to make me stronger mentally. I ran 14km on a track by myself today. I plan on running a 1/2 marathon on a track during our vacation. I'll admit I was worried about it, but now I know I can do it no worries.

I could have run longer today...providing I'd stopped for fuel...and that makes me smile. I think with the knowledge that I'm going to be running so much further, these distances that scared me before seem no where near as daunting.

I like it.

Now I just need to ditch this grumpy mood because nothing fits me anymore...at all...a great problem to have I know, but it would appear that i need to become a master seamstress...or win the lottery so i can keep buying new clothes.

Never in a million years did i think that I would be frustrated because I keep losing weight. Ever. First world problems can be awesome.