Today was unbelievably cold. Sure, it gets colder in LOTS of places, but I think today was the coldest day of this winter here, and that’s enough for me. When I went for my run (because I’m tough – I’ll run when it’s that cold), the temperature was in the 20s, winds at 18 mph, and the windchill was 8 degrees. EIGHT. It was cold. I warmed up, as you do when you’re working hard, so I wasn’t miserable the whole time. Just the first mile…and a half. And then parts of the fourth mile. And then, well, I guess the rest wasn’t so bad.
The weirdest parts of the whole run were the parts where I had to cross the bridge. It’s windy up there. On my way out, the winds were gusting and they were hitting me diagonally from behind, and when they caught me off guard (which was every time), it was like I was being suddenly pushed towards the railing. Not cool. I couldn’t get off the bridge fast enough. On my way back, the wind had shifted a little so it was blowing exactly perpendicular to the bridge, hitting me on my right side. No kidding, my right nostril was frozen. The left was…not. It was unpleasant. But it’s over, and next time it’s that windy and cold, I’ll avoid the bridge. At least the sun was out.
I’ll still have to run in the cold, though. I want to build distance again, and that means I can’t wimp out. Six miles today!