Last night I had 6 hills scheduled with my run club. 6 times over the overpass, 6 times sucking exhaust, 3 times facing some seriously sucky wind. Then I rolled my ankle, then I broke out there. I would have cried but it was so cold I thought my tears would cause even worse frost bite on my face.
For the first time in 4 years I thought, "Why the FUCK am I out here" This is fucking stupid!!!
I'll spare you the rant but essentially I realized that If I'm going to be running by myself out there why wouldn't I run garbage hill during the day? So that's what I'm going to do.
Starting next week I start my full training officially. That mean no more hills on Tuesdays...which means they'll get bumped to Thursdays and I might as well enjoy myself and run a proper hill. I've bitched about feeling forced towards the indoor track...well my friends no more. I'm running indoors this weekend. I can't stand this cold another second...until next week when we head outdoors again.
Just for the record...it was -39'C with wind chill last night when I did my run...that dark night is just too much. From now on I need to run when it's light outside. I have to, for my sanity.
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