When it’s cold outside, it takes me a mile, sometimes a mile and half to feel comfortable with the chill in the air. I spend that first mile wondering if I dressed appropriately or if maybe I’d be better off going home and getting on the treadmill. I know that the treadmill is not a good option because most likely I will get bored and press that tempting little red stop button before I reach my intended mileage.
Once I hit a mile and half, I’m feel like I’m the perfect temperature and I actually begin to enjoy the cold air. I kind of like seeing my breath in the air in front of me. I like that I don’t feel like I’m dripping in sweat. However, I don’t like that instead of sweat, it’s my nose that drips. Gross, I know.
It also takes a mile for my body to warm up and get into the rhythm of my run. That’s true regardless of the season. The first mile is always the hardest for me. I spend most of that first mile wondering how on earth I’ve run 3 half marathons and 2 full marathons. I wonder why I signed up for a 3rd marathon. I wonder how I could possibly ever have dreams of running an ultramarathon someday (by someday, I mean years from now).
Shortly after my trusty Garmin gives me the beeping sound that signals I reached a mile, I settle into my run and slowly I start to feel better and better. The reality that I’ve completed 5 long distance races sets in and I remind myself that I can do this.
I had a particularly challenging run this morning. I have run 10 miles every single weekend since the Baltimore Marathon. All of those runs have gone well. Most of them have been great. I guess I was due for a bad run today because I sure had one. I had a busy day yesterday where I barely got a chance to sit down. I didn’t drink enough water and I didn’t eat enough. I definitely paid for that today. Next week will be better!
My long run today wraps up week 1 of marathon #3 training. My 3 runs this past week all went fairly well. The most fun one was my 4 mile hill run with Zain (I need a sarcasm font). I ran up and down the meanest hill I know – a quarter of a mile long – 4 times while pushing Zain in the stroller. Then I moved onto a short steep grassy hill where I parked Zain at the top and then I ran up and down the hill 10 times. Zain found that to be hilarious and enjoyed telling me “Hiiiii!” every time I got to the top. It was tough, but the run actually went by really quickly because I was focused on getting the hills in and not on my mileage or pace.
Today, I was supposed to finish the week with a 9 mile run, but I don’t like odd numbers so I had to go with a 10 mile run instead even though it was tough.
The Winter 100 Challenge kicked off this week and I now have 170 participants sign up! You guys seriously inspire me. I cannot wait to see how many miles you log as this challenge progresses. How did your week of running go?