Today was pretty cold and WINDY! I didn't want to go running. Something that my husband said clicked in my brain. If I don't mind running in the rain or snow, why would I mind running when it's cold and windy? So I went running. On my way out the door, my husband said, “Head for a building, if your face starts to freeze off,” and “Go towards the light.” It was 14 degrees and with all the wind (gusts up to 30 mph) the wind chill -4 degrees. I bundled up--three layers on my head--and after a mile and a half I was warm.
I felt tough! I was out running on a very cold windy day. And then during the last mile when I was feeling so tough I tripped. Sprawled out on the ground, I thought, "You're so tough, you trip over nothing." I have a few bruises. I can't believe I tripped over my own two feet.
This weekend it is suppose to be colder. Single digits. I say, “Bring it on!” | 