Tuesday – 4 (Freezing) Miles, Check!
After today’s run, I will never, ever, ever be warm again. Ever.
There were many very good reasons for me not to take my run today, namely:
1. I was so exhausted that I fell asleep at my desk twice. Luckily my desk faces away from my office door, so any passers-by probably (hopefully?) thought I was just really in to the analytics report I was
sleeping on working on.
2. Yesterday at SHAGFitness/CrossFit L3 we tested our one-rep-maxes for Squat, Deadlift, and Shoulder Press. I actually posted some impressive numbers – 355# squat, 395# deadlift, and 165# shoulder press. The tradeoff? I absolutely could not walk this morning because my legs were so sore.
3. It’s cold outside. So cold. So very cold.
I’m gonna let y’all in on a little secret:
I was born and raised in
the desert San Antonio. We have four seasons there, just like everywhere else, but unlike everywhere else our four seasons are as follows:
- Hotter (Spring)
- Hottest (Summer)
- Still Hot (Fall)
- Deer Season (Winter)
Simply put, despite all my extra layers of “insulation”, I thrive running in the heat, and I absolutely consider anything below 50 degrees to be “parka weather”.
Tuesday was 100% “parka weather”.
My puppy Ellie and I had a little conversation before I left to
be frozen in carbonite go for my chilly run.
I’ll have you know that despite all of my bitching, the run itself was actually not bad. There was some serious complaining from my calves after yesterday’s Herculean lifts, but that’s nothing a little BDSM with my foam roller can’t fix.
However, I will still never be warm again. For serious, guys.
Wednesday – 2 Miles, Check!
Well… it did not get warmer.
In fact, it got colder. More cold? Colder? I don’t know. It’s too early.
On the bright side, Wednesday marked my second-ever run with my six-month-old black Lab, Ellie. (Sorry, no puppy selfies this time. There are only so many times they can take away my man card before I don’t get it back again.)
Maddeningly, because of her Lab roots, Ellie THRIVES in the cold weather. I’ve been worrying about how she’d deal with the cold, being outside all day, but then I had a flashback to wintertime duck hunting with my dad and remembered watching the Lab bird dogs GLEEFULLY bounding through 25-degree lakes while we were bundled up like the Michelin Man.
To say that Ellie was excited for our run is a bit of an understatement. She ran with me PERFECTLY – left heel position the whole time, no darting or anything like that. But, God bless her, that dog has unlimited energy.
I should really contact the government – I’m convinced that my dog is a source of unlimited renewable energy.
Aside from the fact that I think I might be sterile now after that run (sorry, boys), it was a great time. Ellie had fun, I had fun, and in the grand scheme of things, two miles is pretty darn short and easy these days. I was outside for all of 18 minutes.
Now, Thursday’s run on the other hand… 4 miles in 28-degree-wind-chill-weather after the sun has gone down? What fresh hell will that be.
And I wouldn’t miss it for a moment.