Cold as ice

What a week.

I returned to work Tuesday to an ice-cold classroom–the heater had been off for almost two weeks, and when I flipped the switch to warm things up, nothing happened.

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Yeah, it was not quite 40* in my classroom the first day back.

It had been in the 20s overnight and didn’t make it above freezing during the day. I had a ton of work to do to get ready for the new semester (plus I found out at the last minute I was co-presenting at a training session the next day) but working in my classrom was impossible–my hands were so cold I couldn’t type, with or without gloves. I spent most of the day in an office in the main building, since they had heat.

It started drizzling on my way home–which immediately froze on my windshield and on the streets. Even driving with my car’s heated seats on high, I didn’t completely thaw out before bundling up to run with my group. They were meeting at a middle school 1.1 miles from my house, so instead of driving (on roads that were rapidly becoming treacherous) I ran over there, getting my “warmup” out of the way. But when I arrived my coach said that the track was frozen and the workout was canceled. I ran back home and called 2.2 miles good.

IMG_9146[1]Wednesday got a little warmer, but overnight it dropped into the teens. By the time the kids came back Thursday morning, the indoor temp had risen just above 40*. I found out a few things–only the fourteen classrooms in my wing were affected when something broke over winter break. I was told they were waiting on a part and we could be without heat “for some time.”

Y’all, this is Texas. We are not used to temperatures that don’t climb above freezing during the day, and most of us don’t have heavy-duty winter coats. Hell, some kids don’t even have long pants. I actually own a big parka, but it was impossible to move around, between desks and rows of kids, while wearing it. So we were all cold, all day.

After my track workout Thursday night (Yasso 800s, modified to 400s for half-marathoners–with the warmup and cooldown I ran a total of five miles) I again couldn’t get warm on the way home, even with heated seats. I took a hot shower and huddled under my covers with a heating pad.

Fortunately most of my kids only have one class in this wing of the school, but 8th-graders had at least three. Still, word got out to parents and they started calling. Magically, a contractor appeared with promises to fix it or provide space heaters. Friday morning, neither had happened, but after lunch an enormous climate control system appeared in all fourteen classrooms in this building.

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The thing sounds like a jet engine and could provide the backdrop for a photo shoot that requires a model to appear windblown. And I’m not sure it actually raised the temperature in the room–big classes and warmer outdoor temps had already helped improve things–but the good news is that it also has an air conditioner, which we might need next week. Because Texas.

Friday night I was so tired I’m pretty sure I fell asleep by 9:00. Which was fine because I had to be up at 6:30 to make a second attempt at 12 miles, after last week’s debacle.

It was overcast and about 40 as we set off. I was running with my BRFs–one has the Houston Marathon next weekend, and the other two will be running 3M with ahead of me in two weeks. I tried to stick with them, but after two miles or so, I had fallen behind. My legs still felt fatigued from Thursday night’s workout, so I was slow and had to take some walk breaks.

It’s funny. My overall pace wasn’t significantly better than last Saturday–about a minute per mile faster–but the whole thing certainly sucked less. While my legs were tired before the halfway point, my overall physical state (and my mental outlook, for that matter) felt better. But I was slow slow slow. I pushed myself to run mile 12 about ten seconds faster than HMGP for 3M. And I did it, but I am not overcome with confidence or anything. I know race day is different, and I won’t do a track workout two days before the race, but yikes–it’s gonna have to be a lot different for me to get anywhere near the finishing time I’m hoping for.

At any rate, I think this week has disproven my earlier statement that it can’t be too cold for me to run well. I mean, my paces were okay and I enjoyed not overheating, but yes, there’s such a thing as too cold for comfort, especially after being cold all day too. And that line cearly is the freezing mark. Especially when that’s the indoor temperature.

 

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