When I was first starting out I loved winter running. I still love running in the snow but I used to be able to handle the cold temperatures like a champ. As I've gotten older, I don't really want to be in the cold. I hate the cold. Why DO I live in Ohio?
But, of course, I chose a March marathon to try to qualify for Boston so winter training it is. This weekend it was like 7 degrees and I had a two hour long run on the schedule. I was wearing...
Long sleeve base layer
Another long sleeve shirt on top of that
Jacket on top of that
And I was carrying about 90 gallons of water on my back. At first I was hot - sweating within a few minutes. I quickly took my mittens down to gloves, took the Buff off my face, and unzipped my jacket a little. But, my legs were cold and my heart rate was jacked. I was shuffling along and it was sucking with every step. When I finally reached the light were I could turn around or keep going, I said fuck it and headed home. I had the biggest bitch fest when I got there that included me screaming, "I don't even want to do the fucking marathon! I have nothing to prove!"
I wound up with 4.3 miles and I am sore like I ran a half marathon. I'm probably going to try the run again today after work, but even though the weather is looking better, I think I'm going to take it inside to the treadmill.
Bite me, mother nature.