(Driving home from work early) Great! I'll be going home to an empty house. I should get on the exercise bike before starting dinner. I'll definitely have enough time.
But ugh, I sooo don't feel like biking. What will I watch on TV?
Hmm...I kinda feel like going for a run. The roads are clear. I could do it.
Yep, I definitely want to run. If I'm going to do that 15K in April, I need to start training. At some point.
Oh man, it's only 28 degrees.
Crap, now it's down to 26 degrees. And snow flurries have started.
But whatev - I AM SO GOING FOR A RUN. DAMMIT.
So I got home and raced to change my clothes because it was already past 4:15 and it gets dark by 5pm.
All bundled in my hodgepodge outfit, along with hat, gloves, and iPod securely in place, I set out.
(3 minutes into run) Whew, it's kinda hard to breathe...harder than I thought.
(5 minutes into run) I wonder if there is such a thing as a snow visor. Because I need one. But it would have to keep my ears warm too.
(6 minutes into run) Ok, this is no longer just a harmless flurry. This is a WEATHER SITUATION.
(7 minutes) Abort! Abort mission! Snow HURTS.
(10 minutes into run) Hmmm...I wonder if I can't feel my legs because they're cold or because I haven't run since Thanksgiving morning?
(11 minutes) Yup. No feeling in my legs. But hey, they're still moving. That's a good thing. And shit, I can't stop now. I'm nowhere near home and it would take frickin longer to walk.
(14 minutes) I seriously need my own iPod. Why the hell am I listening to NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK?!
And then, the turning point. I could have either run into my subdivision and gone home, for a total of 20 minutes, or ignored the entrance and kept going, to make it a good 3+mile run.
Can you believe I didn't make the turn? Yup, I kept going. And actually started to feel....good?!
I stopped looking at my watch. The snow was no longer stinging. My legs were on automatic. Besides my cold fingertips (note to self: get running mittens), I didn't feel anything...
Except alive. Vibrant. Strong.
By the time I turned into my driveway, it was no longer daylight and the snow was falling in full force.
Huffing and puffing, I entered my warm, inviting Trenches exactly 32 minutes after I had exited.
And snapped this pic:
But you know what? I felt AWESOME.
And that, right there, is why I know I need to run.