Ok, so maybe it wasn’t actually that long (only 7km) but it was certainly the longest run that I’ve done in a long time. When I opened the door to leave, it was snowing. And not just a little. It looked a little like a white out, but I decided that I would try to do it anyway. I’m really glad that I did.
While driving a friend home last night, I told him about my planned run for today, how it was going to be about 8km long, and where I was going, and then to see the snow this morning, I was really disheartened. It’s such a challenge for me to convince myself to go for a run alone, but I also have no one to run with at times that I want to run. So telling my friend that I was going meant I had made a promise. And one that he’d bug me about (my husband would just tuck me farther into bed if I started to waffle about going).
So, despite the snow, out I went, and it was really good. I frosted up one lens of my sunglasses within about 2 minutes, so I was 3/4 blind (my sunglasses are non-prescription), but it was ok. I was about 3 or 4 minutes into my run, and I checked in with my Garmin, and it hadn’t started yet. I’d set up it up for 10 and 1s, but not actually hit the start button. I was slightly disappointed, but kept going.
The hills were somewhat unpleasant, and I did have to take short (less than 20s) walk breaks on both of them, but considering that the runs I’ve been doing recently have no hills, it’s ok.
And that snow that almost scared me off? It was completely gone by the time I got to the top of my first hill, and by my second walk break my jacket was open and my headband was off, by the 3rd, my gloves were in my pockets too.