I woke up bright and early again with dread in my mind.
The temperature? Thirty degrees.
The plan? Two hour run.
I couldn’t put it off because I have plans this afternoon, tomorrow, and Sunday. It had to be done today. In the cold.
Silver lining? At least it wasn’t raining.
I bundled up…capris, t-shirt, arm sleeves, jacket, gloves and headband…tied up my shoes, strapped on my garmin, and I was ready to conquer the cold. Kind of. Mostly I was still dreading it.
After about half of a mile I was acclimated to the temperature and I felt pretty good. I ran my first two miles at a speed I rarely see, but I didn’t expect to keep it up. After three miles the gloves came off. After six miles I was surprised to see that I was still averaging just under nine minute miles. Were these legs mine?
I started feeling pretty awesome. I started thinking to myself that I actually liked running in the cold. (Oh my goodness did she just say that? After yesterday’s post?)
After ten miles I was shocked to see that I was still maintaining a great speed. Then I realized that I could actually set a new personal record on my half marathon time today.
The new plan? Run a half marathon. No more, no less.
I kicked out the last three point one with a sprint to the finish (my front door)…
Final time? One hour, fifty-seven minutes, and fifty-four seconds.
I credit my amazing new hot pink running jacket for this awesome run. And the fact that I now think I love cold weather running!
November goal number two? Check!
November goal number five? I’m well on my way!
P.S. A Friday Affirmation? Yes, please!