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| A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far, away, at my first half-marathon. The only thing I've retained from this picture is that face. |
My reasoning was: hey, I have some friends in El Paso I'd like to see; it gives me a reason to keep running when it's freaking cold outside; and my reward at the end is a warm trip to the desert (and some mountains, I hear) in the middle of Cincinnati's deep freeze.
The race is now eight weeks away. Reason #2, to keep running through the cold and dark winter, is upon me whether I like it or not. I guess this is one way to make sure I go outside and acclimate (I mean, I don't want to be embarrassed in front of my friends when I come limping across the finish as the DFL because I didn't bother to train).
Bugger. Here goes.
3 comments:
You can do it!! (With or without a bit of frostbite.)
I don't know how you do it. Good luck with all your running. :)
I did a 20° run this evening, and came back with two sweaty spots and all the rest cold to the touch. And that was under at least two layers everywhere. (Except my head, for obvious reasons.) This is not the most fun thing I've ever done. On the upside, unless there's a horrible cold front in El Paso that weekend, it's bound to be warmer than what I'm training in, so that's something.
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