If you ever want to feel like you’ve earned your stripes as a runner, don’t even worry about speed (I hate that argument), just go for a run when it is absurdly cold and all you want to do is curl up in bed.
Central Park usually has so many runners that no one even considers acknowledging anyone else (no runners’ waves, as less-populated locales can boast), but on nights so cold the spit can freeze in your mouth, you’ll find yourself unknowingly exchanging pained, empathetic expressions with the few runners you pass.
Tomorrow we are due another 8-10 inches of snow, so, you know, it seemed like as good a time as any to get a 10km in.
I really need to sort my life out and start running more 10kms, because at the moment, it truly feels like that is the longest I can run - and it is a real chore.
While getting outside in sub-zero temperatures isn’t an issue for me, I find it very easy to convince myself that 5km is enough, particularly as I only have enough winter items of clothing that will actually keep me warm enough for a full 50-60 minute run (well, one less after tonight) for one run, unless I want to run twice between washes in the same sweaty old clothes.
Anyway, tonight was really hard and really slow. Which sucks. It should be one or the other, not both, particularly at this distance. Anyway, I hope this is the last storm of the winter and I can get back to a stage where I can run 3 x 10kms a week with ease.
10km in 46:20