Yesterday’s weather forecast for 9am looked just like this:
This might be normal for some of you Northern people, but this is the coldest it’s been here in 4 years. Seriously, when I got up at 6:30am, my bedroom was 55 degrees! (Naturally, the first thing I did upon waking was make sure the gecko was warm enough. His cage was a balmy 65. Poor little guy!)
I was all prepared to turn in my Wisconsin girl card and hit the treadmill, when a friend texted me that she wanted to run outside because she needed the sun. Ok, then.
So, I put on: two pairs of running tights, a heavy pair of socks, a tank top, a long sleeve top, a half zip, my running jacket, heavy running gloves, and a hat. What? I don’t do cold.
Thankfully, it was pretty sunny out and we managed to stay out of the wind for much of the run. But, I’ll be honest, I wore my gloves the entire time and my butt never got warm.
I thought I’d manage to do about three miles, but you know what I did?
Apparently being cold makes me go faster too…