When I left the house it was 11 degrees. (with wind chill weather channel said "feels like 1"). When I got home it was 18 (weather channel says "feels like 12"). Burr.
I headed to the river trail where I do my speedwork and tempo runs because it's as flat as we can get in this super hilly town and there's no traffic. Turns out, it's buried in snow and ice so I had to create a course on the fly and ended up having some good hills mixed in. I came across DH finishing his morning run (I had to go feed the chickens and he had an appointment to get to so we couldn't run together). I was frozen. He had an extra pair of gloves and he gave them to me. Lifesaver! Just another reminder of why I married this man! I also had to deal with all kinds of snow and ice on every street in this town because of trees or buildings or other objects shading the roads and sidewalks so nothing can melt. My brother calls it "ninja running". Today was full of it. I didn't manage to hold the paces I did last week but I stayed within 20 seconds per mile which I guess is acceptable. All were between 7:45-7:55....I'm supposed to be 7:38 so I guess I was close enough considering the circumstances. When I got home, I was a popsicle. My face. My toes. So cold. Thermometer in the yard said 18. Ugh. No wonder. My warm blood doesn't like these temps.
Got inside and warmed up with eggs, homemade bagels and FOUR pieces of bacon....thicksliced. Oh yes!
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