For most runners, this time of year means pulling out the running tights, jackets, hats and gloves and braving the wintry cold to get runs done outside. But for me? It still means running in heat.
3 days before Christmas, and yesterday I went for a 5 miler in the afternoon. It was 82 degrees out. Surprisingly, in the shade, it wasn't bad at all, but the last mile of my 5 mile route had zero shade, and the timing meant that the sun was right in my face the entire time. I slugged through it, but when I got home, I was BEET red!
After a cool shower, I laid down on the bed with the fan on for a few minutes so I could cool off.
Is it weird to have winter envy? Because I do, especially this time of year when it's ironic to see snowmen everywhere, but no snow. (Norah is very into "Frosty the Snowman" this year, which is funny since she's never even seen snow.) I know most would love a warm run at this point in the calendar year, so tell ya what, why don't we trade for a week or so?
I think a week of winter would be all I'd need to feel like I gotten my share of it.