So it seems that 25º F is smack right in between “comfortably cool” and “uncomfortably frigid” when it comes to running. Not quite the balmy 32º of yesterday morning, not quite the impossible-to-breathe air of last week. I’m still figuring out exactly the right thing to wear each morning based on what my weather app says.
Mask Me, Mask Me, Mask Me
I was short on time this morning so I just did a repeat of yesterday’s 3 mile run – a little faster today. Getting back on track with my pace, thankfully.
It was as cold as a witch’s tit again this morning. I fear that if the weather continues like this, it’s all I’m going to write about on here. I will try not to. But I will today!
Layers Gonna Lay: First Run of 2018
I’m back, baby!
While I’m still not 100% without-a-cold, my stuffy nose and phlegm-hocking (sorry) is mostly confined to the morning. My energy is almost completely back. My muscles are well-rested, and aching for me to use them again. I’d be afraid to competitively run a race at this point, but a slow 3 mile jog? Bring it.
And 13º weather? BRING IT.
Baby, It’s Cold Outside
My mother had a wise old saying we kids would hear from time to time, especially in winter.
It’s colder than a witch’s tit out there.