I’ve gotten (back) to the point where three miles is a comfortable distance. Finally.
This morning’s three was in a balmy 40 degrees. It was faaaantasic. (Hey, it’s January. I’ll take it.) As I was running downtown I noticed a clock hanging above a storefront. It read 6:10. I *knew* it wasn’t really ten after six, but MAN did it scare me. Just for a second. Because at 6:10 I need to be out of the shower and maybe even half-dressed. (Turns out it was really 5:47. PHEW.)
I just checked the weather…I doubt very much I’ll be running tomorrow. Aggravating, but honestly I could use the sleep. I just hope the dog sleeps past 4am.
So the race is in 14 weeks.
I guess I could look at it this way: 14 weeks from right this second I’ll have finished my third half marathon.
4 miles this morning, including 2 with the dog. I dropped him off after the first 2. He seemed to be favoring his hind legs just a bit…it’s possible he had a little salt between his pads and it’s possible it was just too cold for his tootsies. Speaking of, it was dang cold this morning. 12 degrees when I set out, with a windchill of 0. But I dressed sensibly and really wasn’t uncomfortable. I’ve also noticed that since the baby was born my default temperature seems to be on the warm side.
My hips are tight…an early sign to stretch more, for sure. Also the chiropractor said my right leg was 1 3/4″ shorter than my left. So there’s that.
And that’s really all there is for now.
Yesterday was one of those rare warm January days. When I started my run I think it was 49 degrees. Yippee! No gloves! No ear warmer! Oh, wait. My nose is running.
Although yesterday was packed (and I slept like crap Friday night), I’m glad I got my run in while it was nice. This morning it’s 22 degrees with a windchill of 12 and it’s icy.
Another bonus on yesterday’s run: daylight. I didn’t leave until about 6:30am. It was faaaantastic. It’s amazing what a little light will do for one’s outlook on life.
Since I practically live in the Arctic Circle, daylight is pretty scarce this time of year. And since I work a regular ol’ 9 – 5 (ok, 7 – 3) job, running happens either before work (dark) or after Mr. Awesome gets home (dark).
But since I registered for the race last night, bagging runs is not an option.
I’ve debated telling the world (a.k.a. Facebook) about my plans to run a half. After all, if no one knows, then it doesn’t matter if I bail.
I’d consider myself a pretty smart runner. I don’t increase my distance too quickly, I make sure I’m properly fueled and hydrated, I dress for the weather, blah, blah, blah. These are all good things, for sure, especially because not taking risks with running tends to keep the injuries at bay.
I kind of feel like I need to do this now.
Hopefully I’ll get pregnant this summer. And if things go like they did last time, I will have neither the energy nor the intestinal fortitude to train for a fall half. So spring – this spring – it is.
I get dressed every day of my life. Almost. (What, you’ve never spent a day in your jammies?)
And somehow the dog knows when I’m getting dressed in running clothes. Usually we let him out if we’re going to get dressed to run, but with as cold as it is, we can’t leave him out there very long. (He’s got practically no fat and very short hair.) Once he realizes I’m pulling on tights, he loses his beans and is crazy until we get out the door.
I wish I was always that excited about going for a run.