Last night I went to sleep an hour earlier than usual. Today was the final run/race for my 5k clinic group. I woke up a half a dozen times throughout the night. Anxious, I think. I had 10k on my line-up for my half marathon training, so I told my group I'd be doing the 10k loop. I like 10k. It's a great distance.
However, I don't like -27C with the wind chill (-17F if anybody cares to know). Let me tell you, I've handled down to -17C (ish), which is about 0F, but it's not fun. And I have dreaded, absolutely dreaded my cold runs. I'd call anything colder than -15/-20C a cold run. The short ones of 3-5k (when I was leading my 5k clinic) were short bouts of misery, but the longer runs of 10-11k with my regular group to maintain my distances....pure misery. I hated running. Every time I ran I started to tear up around the 7-9k point. Pure awfulness. I always dreaded those runs. And since I committed to leading the 5k clinic I HAD to lead all the runs. 3 times a week, up to 5k distances (as long as my group showed). Through the bitter, blinding cold. And I never once complained about the cold to my 5k clinic- I always encouraged and pumped them up.
I loved leading the clinic, the ladies were wonderful but I.hated.every.moment.
This morning read -27C and I wanted to cry. I wanted to fake sickness. I actually thought that if I got into a car accident I wouldn't have to run in -27C. How sad is that?
So running late due to dread already, I quickly stripped off my under layers, grabbed my gym bag, and headed out to the run. I am the person who wears 4-5 layers on my upper body, an earband and hood, mittens (strangely enough the only body part besides my toes with 2 layers of socks that don't really get cold are my fingers. yaye me), double socks, and 2 pants (the bottom layer being a thermal made for the coldest running weather type pair). Still, I freeze. And I look and move like the marshmallow man while doing it. I am chilled always during those runs. I haven't in the past done winter sports, it wasn't my thing. I don't know how others in my running group aren't that cold and yet they may wear only 2 or 3 similar layers on top.
And here I was already tearing up with dread over having to run my 10k outside. In the -27C.
So I said 'F That.' And I immediately started to feel better.
I went there, told my group that I was there to cheer them on for their 5k and would do my 10k run on the track at the gym. That I needed a continuous 10k run, and that this weather did not agree with me for a long run.
Should I have ran 5 with them, and gone to the gym to finish the 10, with an hour in between? Should I have toughed out the 10k outside in pure misery? Should I have faked sickness instead? I'm not lying or being overly dramatic- it is pure hell for me to run in those super cold temperatures outside. I think my Tom Green Guy was about *this* close to ending things with me due to how miserable I was during all the long cold runs. He did run out of patience (and he's got lots of patience).
I never knew before as last winter I ran inside on the track. I thought I'd tough out a winter, see if I liked it. I thought 'hey! I'll lead a clinic! Make me run through the winter outside!'
And I figure I should at least be happy running. Ok, perhaps running the last how many KMs of a half aren't exactly the most pleasant, but for the most part a person should enjoy running. They should enjoy training.
So my 10k on the track at the gym later? All by myself, with the music in my ears, and I got lost in the rhythm of running. I loved it.
This is what happens when the temperature is hovering around -30C and you're out running for any length of time. You start to frost up like a piece of glass. Turn into a human popsicle. Pretty, yes. Pleasant, no.
I loved leading my 5k clinic, but I don't love running in the cold.