Wednesday, January 23, 2013
I don't mind running in the cold. I do mind going from a nice warm house out into the cold even though I know that within a quarter mile, I won't be cold any more.
It took me a while to screw up my courage but I did it.
This year, while still warmer than normal so far, we have finally gotten hit with a deep freeze. Not like you all in the mid-west. My niece, Krissy, in Minneapolis has been reporting -18F (-27.8C) back to us. She is laughing at our +18F (-7.8C).
So today, with Krissy on my mind, I ventured out:
After a couple of miles, that scarf does get unwrapped a bit. Under the scarf is a balaclava (not to be confused with a baklava) which helped keep my nose warm but also fogged my glasses. So for long stretches, I was running with naked lips and nose.
And my beard froze.
I got down to near the house and I saw that I was "only" at 8.5 miles. On a warmer day, I may have pushed on for that last half mile, but my water was freezing. My beard was freezing. It was time to be done.
Not quit. Just be done.