Today we had dismal weather. When I woke up and got dressed before 5 am, it was fine, cold, but dry. So, I dressed for an outdoor run and headed out into the pre-dawn, pre-storm world.
A little over a mile in, as I headed onto the hilly road from the school complex, I could hear precipitation on the trees, but since the only part of me that wasn’t covered was my face, the snow didn’t bother me.
About 15 minutes later, the storm had planted itself over where I was and was pelting me with freezing rain. I HATE running in freezing rain. I love running in snow, even though it’s cold, but freezing rain is a whole different matter.
I decided that if my feet started slipping, I’d head home and call it a day, I even hoped they’d slide. The drops of ice were hitting my face and stinging the snotty out of me. I began running with my hand in front of my face to stop the stinging…yes, I really did. But still, my feet were landing solidly, so I kept on.
Finally my watch beeped and told me that I was done. Home I went, alternating arms in front of my face to ease the sting.
This was the first run I’ve been on that I was truly suprrised at how slowly I went, usually I expect it. I just thought I’d gone faster. My slow speed just makes me recommit to eating well. Eating well=weight loss=faster running…I hope anyway.
One thing I know though is that I went faster and “further” than I did before I started running…or even last year at this time. And, THAT’S a great accomplishment.