When I posted my last blog, many of my friends confirmed that I am not alone in lying or perhaps rationalizing to myself. JLITT reminded me that it's that time of year when we are faced with the primal urge to bulk up for the coming winter. That must be true as it seems a lot of us are struggling against this primal urge.
This got me thinking of course...the best part of sharing with our sparkfriends is that someone will always have a thought producing comment for us.
When I got up yesterday I was armed with the support of my friends so I immediately started choosing my clothing for the cold morning run. Not an easy task at this time of year. It was well below 40 degrees and appeared to be wavering between a mist and windy clear skies. Of course it was still dark out, it takes a long time these days for the sun to make an appearance. I worried that my choices would not be right. I know that once I start to run I will experience the weather as though it were at least ten degrees warmer. So.....
Now, at this point I feel the need to digress. I am in my 60's. When I was a child back in the fifties our winter clothing choices were far from what we have available today. I couldn't wear wool against my skin but wool sweaters, mittens, jackets and hats were all part of the wardrobe....layered over whatever else. Back then girls wore dresses or jumpers to school, we didn't have tights, we wore knee socks that never ever stayed up properly so you seemed to always be tugging at a slouched sock. On the cold walk to school, we pulled snow pants on over all of this and stuffed the skirts of our dresses into the bibbed snowpants along with the lumps and bumps of those sweaters. One wore rubber boots that were pulled on over your shoes. The final effect of all this was a lumpy, fairly un maneuverable mass of clothing and remember all of this needed to be peeled off when we got to school and reapplied at recess time when it would still be wet from the snow and smelling like an old sheep who had been left out of the barn. Yuck. No wonder I hated winter.
In contrast, today I have all sorts of miracle clothing. I chose a nice stretchy turtleneck made out of something called climatfab....it wicks the sweat away from the body somehow keeping you warm without making you feel overheated. Amazing. Then I had a pair of pants that I had only worn once and at that time had found them too warm. They look rather like yoga pants, form fitting and designed for movement with the softest fleece like lining, these also designed to keep you warm without overheating. I felt like I was still in my jammies. Compression socks that would never slip down no matter what and a hi viz vest and the other necessary items. While syncing my Garmin, my arms were chilled. Thankfully Garmin synced faster than usual, perhaps just as anxious to get moving as I.
The cold urged me to run. Soon the mist was more than that. Frigid rain and a north wind. Those miracle fabrics doing their best to keep me comfortable. And then sleet. Oh lovely!
But it was a good run. Maybe even a great run. Why?
Because, as I ran, I kept thinking about the fight against those primal urges. I battled the urge by getting dressed in the dark on a cold unwelcoming morning. I began to win the battle as I ticked off the miles. And I came out the winner as I noted 6.2 miles completed and the mantra reverberated in my mind................I AM NOT A BEAR! I will not hibernate!
Fight the urge to bulk up for the season. Leave the hibernating to the bears. Make miracles happen!