I should have known this was going to happen. We all know I’m a cold weather running pansy right? Coupled with the fact that I don’t necessarily LOVE running on the treadmill, its safe to say that putting my butt into running gear in the winter is harder than it should be.
This morning we decided to head out to our run group, since we won’t see them for 3 [or is it 4??] Saturdays. I thought I bundled up with tights, undershirts/overshirts, and gloves; and I even put Kara in a snowsuit. I didn’t panic when we went out to the car and there was a light layer of frost over everything, nor did I panic when the temperature on the dash read 27 degrees. Prior to the run start, I even grabbed a blanket out of the car and wore it as a makeshift skirt over my legs, sipping on hot tea while I moved around to try and keep warm.
The more time that went by, the quicker my appendages seemed to go numb. By the time the run was about to start, I could no longer feel my toes. “Uuuuh, should I even try running in this condition!?” and likewise thoughts entered my mind. [not limited too, “this is crazy” and “I am going to die out here”]
I did what no one else there did – I totally punked out and went back to the car.
Let me take this moment to say, that running in anything under 35 degrees is totally out of the question. I know I grew up in Ohio, and I have definitely run in cold weather. I think what bit me in the butt was the standing around, and lack of stretching.
Maybe I needed thicker socks. Maybe I need to finally give in and buy the ear warmers. Maybe if the sun were out it wouldn’t have been as bad. Maybe I just need to build thicker running skin. I mean, we even had guys showing up in SHORTS.
I am the worst cold weather runner ever.