Anyone who knows me knows I loathe winter. I don’t like the cold, the wind, the snow–anything about it. I am being completely honest when I say I’d be content to never see snow again as long as I live.
Any year that I sign up for a spring marathon, then, I question my choice. Because the long runs need to be run, the speedwork has to be accomplished, and sleeping in is not an option, even if it is below freezing and there’s snow on the ground. This week, there’s been a bit of both. The temperatures have hovered just below freezing for the highs this week (first time in about six years that has happened here). The morning temperatures have been in the teens, with wind chills in the single digits. On Thursday, we got a half inch or so of snow.
I could hit the treadmill, I know, to avoid these conditions, and I certainly don’t fault anyone for making that choice. But I despise it so much that I still get outside. I won’t pretend that I’ve enjoyed all my runs in these frigid conditions this week. I haven’t. And I’ve been grumpy all week. I truly cannot wait for the cold snap to break. But….
I did sign up for this. Nobody made me put a March marathon on my calendar. I have to remember this and suck it up. In the end, I still never regret going for a run. If I weren’t getting outside in the midst of this weather? We all probably don’t want to know what that would look like!
How are you getting through your winter runs? Treadmill or roads?