The hardest part of a cold weather run is getting out of the door. I can feel the cold through the floor as I lie on the rug stretching. My muscles are tense in anticipation. I put on two shirts, a fleece top, two pairs of running tights, two socks, wind pants, and the fleece hat with the visor that covers my nose. I wrap the scarf around my neck and pull the jacket over my head. The hood goes up tightened so it won’t blow off. The shoes go on snug over the two pairs of socks. I go out the door, lock up, and put on the mittens. All the while, there is a voice in my mind trying to convince me that it would be much better to stay inside and read a book or go to sleep early.
The first mile, I feel the cold sneak past the layers. My muscles complain about the effort. By mile two, I start looking around to see what is going on and stop to take a sip from the water bottle. By mile three, I have forgotten the cold and I am deep into a conversation with myself. Among other things, running is my thinking time. I debate pros and cons and puzzle out problems. Tonight, I was debating whether to start writing this blog or not. I have been thinking about it for a while. I decided to give it a try and see how it goes. The plan is to write about running, what I have learned about being healthy, some stories, and other topics I find interesting.
By mile four, I was happy and singing softy to myself. I didn’t see anybody else out tonight. The temperature was in the middle 20s with the wind around 10 mph. I could barely see the stars through clouds. Now, the running clothes are washed and hanging on the drying rack. I’m headed to sleep, but first, I have to rub some deep tissue ointment on my calves. The cold weather has made them extra tight.
Take care and thanks for reading.