I woke up Sunday determined to get outside for a run. I had been inside on a treadmill most of the week and Sunday promised to be sunny and no rain or ice. I assumed it would be chilly, even though this week has been mild by NY winter standards. By "chilly" I was thinking 40 degrees or so. I bundled up, wore two shirts, a pair of running sweatpants from Target over my shorts and stepped out side. And, whoa, it was cold. Like really cold. I looked for my running gloves; couldn't find them. So, I improvised and used a pair of work gloves I bought at Home Depot to help out around the house. And off I went.
And, boy, was it cold. Maybe I am just a wuss and don't remember it being so cold and hard to run in the cold. Maybe I have never really run much in the cold (I prefer the treadmill in winter, when I run at all). I ran a hard five miles and thought, you know what? at least running in the summer, with the heat and sweat, I feel like I burned more calories and had a tough workout. In winter, it just feels like survival and trying to avoid frostbite or sweatcicles. Came inside, and as I showered, I felt my body tingle as the blood worked its way back out to skin.
And then I looked at the temp: 22 degrees. Oh, ok, so it wasn't "chilly" -- it was downright cold. For those of you who routinely run in frigid climes, my hat is off to you. I suppose I should have bundled up more. But, sheesh, it was still hard.
And the Home Depot running gloves worked out just fine, too.
Then I saw The Descendants Sunday night. Hawaii sure looked warm.