Sunday, January 10, 2010

Day 10 - Cold feet


Woke up early-ish this morning after a long night. Temperature was 12F. That was a sign. Back to bed I went.

Stirred at 11, feeling much more rested. Could see the sun was shining brightly through the slits in my blinds. "Excellent! Wonder how warm it is? I'll just power-up the ol' phone and touch the little weather icon and WTF!!! It's 9F?!? How can it... What ... The sun doesn't make things colder!"

Undaunted, I ventured out.

The streets were clear, but there was plenty of snow and it was calling me. Ask any runner what they like most about winter running, and the first thing they'll tell you is the sound. The rhythmic muffled crunch and the spray of the powder reminds you at every footfall that you are out in the world.

But there was a problem. My running partner was lagging behind. The ONLY times she isn't raring to go is when a) we are in the last 1/10th mile of our home loop (oh man, done already?), or b) when something's wrong. She's usually all about running in snow, even deep snow, but for some reason it wasn't right today. So I abandoned the snow and stayed on the clear streets.

Like any good long term relationship, you need to look out for your running buddy, to compromise, even at the expense of your run. Next time, when it's you who's hurting, your buddy will do the same for you.



Numbers: 2.8 miles at 8:11 pace. Bit of a cough, and 2 days in trail shoes irritating heels a little.