4 miles pretty laid back at a 7:55 pace. Goodnight it was cold! I spent a lot of time trying to think of a way to breathe without using my mouth or my nose. I felt like every time I breathed it was like I was spraying a mist bottle at my face - like I was running the sprinklers on my lawn in December - it was nonsensical. Every breath added a layer of ice to my nose and cheeks. I thought that if I tapped my face with one of those triangle hammers that doctors whack across an innocent patient's knees to make sure they have a nervous system (or to get out some aggression - there have to be kinder ways to prove a person has an opperative nervous system) my whole face would have shattered in pieces on the ground in the form of an interesting Picasso. Yeah, it was that cold. It took me about a mile to know that I was telling myself the truth, but it was still WAY better than running on a treadmill.
On the positive side, I ran at night again so that my parents could watch my kids and this time I didn't think any criminal element was going to wrap me up in duct tape and put me in a cement mixer because there is no way any bad guy was going to be out looking for me on a night like this one. I had a teacher at church in high school who always told me to keep my eye on the donut and not on the hole. It has really stuck with me. |