The temperature hovered right around freezing as we took off for our ten-mile run this morning.
I don’t like being cold, and my first instinct always is to Wear More Clothes. It’s taken me several years to re-train my brain when choosing running clothes during the winter, and even now I have to actively talk myself out of that extra shirt or jacket or whatever. This morning I wore just a quarter-zip top and regular running tights, plus a pair of gloves.
We ran up the hills on the outbound part of the route–my leg felt a little sore, but nothing worrisome. I made no effort to push my pace at all, just plodded along. Not only am I hyper-cognizant of my wonky leg, I’m running the Trail of Lights fun run (I think it’s about two miles?) with a friend tonight, so I figured I’d just take it easy this morning.
At around four miles, as we approached the Brushy Creek trail, we could see steam rising off the creek into the morning sunlight. When we stopped for water, some other runners told us we had steam rising off our bodies, too.
We dropped down onto the trail, and the temperature fell at least ten degrees as well. A couple of the footbridges were slick with frost. The trail only recently re-opened after the Halloween floods, and remnants of the high water were visible all along the path. Debris clung to trees ten feet above our heads.
We didn’t have to run too far down the trail before we reached our five-mile turnaround point. My watch beeped just before we had to run up another hill, so that was good timing.
We headed back the way we came, and it was nice to emerge into the sunshine again. Almost too nice–I had to take off my gloves! On the return trip through the hilly neighborhood, we missed one of the water stops because we ran on the other side of the road, and I guess we were so focused on getting up the damn hills that we didn’t notice. But my leg held up just fine, so other than stopping at the crosswalk to wait for the light, we ran straight through to the last water stop, one mile before the end. That last mile is both the easiest and the hardest (almost done/not yet) but we finished strong.
I’ll call it a success. I dressed appropriately, I didn’t aggravate my leg, I got in ten solid miles (albeit slow ones), and after a few hours of ass-sitting, coffee-drinking, and college football-watching I’ll be good to go for (a much shorter) Round Two tonight.