Seems like everywhere I looked the last few days, everyone was talking about the cold. Not just about how cold it was, but how to run in the cold. What to wear. What temperature was safe. How to make modifications to your shoes. (Apparently duct tape and screws are the answer.) People posted pictures of miles recorded next to pictures of the temp. Or the snow.
The underlying theme seemed to be “Go outside for a run in the cold. Be a badass runner.”
Apparently I am not a badass.
Don’t get me wrong. I have all of the equipment: balaclavas, multiple types of running gloves, fleece lined tights, even YakTrax (for the once a year snow we get here.) I CAN run outside when it’s cold. I HAVE run outside when it’s cold. And if running outside in the cold was my only option, you KNOW I’d be doing it.
This week, I chose not to. I took Tuesday off from running. It was cold (understatement much?). I still have this stupid cold. I was tired (I don’t sleep well when I’m worried my pipes will burst). I did a 20 minute workout in the basement, where it was so cold I worked out in long pants and long sleeves. Brr.
Yesterday I ran 7 miles shoeless on my treadmill.
That’s right. 7 miles. No shoes.
I only meant to do 4, but it felt so good, I kept going. In fact, I ended up having to go to Shoo’s school with wet hair afterwards. Frozen, wet hair. I’m also apparently not smart.
And next cold snap, when I’m out there running in the cold because I can’t stand one.more.step on the treadmill? Well, I still won’t be badass, just desperate.
In the end, all that really matters is the miles. Not where I got them.