I think as I sit here feeling all the aches and pains in my muscles from last nights slippery run I can't help but feel that perhaps, just perhaps I'm ready for Winter to be done. The sad thing is we have over 2 more months of her at the very least. One of those months is jokingly known as the blizzard season round here...I think that if the snow is gone by my first full marathon i should be thrilled.
There's only 8 days left until I escape this arctic snow filled wonderland for 10 whole glorious days...that's providing nature doesn't decide to screw with my plans have have me snowed in somewhere. Please nature be kind to me...just let me get there...on the way back feel free to snow me in as much as you'd like. That I can deal with.
Last nights run was fine. Nothing spectacular, nothing amazing...as a matter of fact I struggled like hell to keep my pace up there...which I think I have to stop talking about. I've noticed a shift in people when It comes about. So for now, I'm tossing speed out the window and sticking with what I do best. Listen to others...it means I don't waste any energy talking myself!
Tonight's run , i suspect will be done during the day...indoors...on my treadmill again. 10km in that shit out there will kill me! That and it's supposed to be -43'C with the extreme windchill again. Oi. I think when this winter is all said and done we need to make ourselves t-shirts to celebrate. Something witty that says something about being colder than mars.
Sunday is supposed to be 18km in the snow and ice so that I get in some good distance before finishing off all the rest of my runs in the warm sandy beach world. I strongly suspect that if we end up with the 2 solid days of snow they're predicting for Friday and Saturday I won't be running outdoors again. If the footings bad it just won't be worth it...and if its cold again...well lets just say running for 2:30 hours on the track isn't really appealing, but the risk of injury is far less.
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