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surrealestate[I posted this back on January 11 at my official runner page but have decided to start mirroring posts here because there's no way to get a feed from there. Given this weekend's weather and the fact that we have another long run on the route planned for Sunday, it seemed especially apt to start with this entry.]
Signs it might be too cold to run:
= Coach starts out with a few words on how to recognize frostbite.
= At the water stop, the water is frozen and the cups of Gatorade are slushies. [And they were only poured minutes earlier.]
= You don't notice the bloody friction abrasion on your ankle until three hours later when your body has finally warmed up enough to feel pain. [The sock came clean but my sneaker still has the tell-tale stain. I should maybe take a picture.]
On Sunday, we met with the John Hancock team for a long run along the marathon route. I ended up doing 12 miles with a very nice woman from Hancock named Fran. Thank goodness for Fran! The run was hard enough, being my longest so far and on the heels of inconsistent training over the holidays, and the company was invaluable.
And it was COLD! Under 10 degrees (Fahrenheit) when we started and *maybe* as high as 15 by the time we were done. Insanely cold. We saw other people running on our way to Wellesley and I thought to myself, "These people are nuts!" Well, it's true.
But hey, I did 12 miles!
Signs it might be too cold to run:
= Coach starts out with a few words on how to recognize frostbite.
= At the water stop, the water is frozen and the cups of Gatorade are slushies. [And they were only poured minutes earlier.]
= You don't notice the bloody friction abrasion on your ankle until three hours later when your body has finally warmed up enough to feel pain. [The sock came clean but my sneaker still has the tell-tale stain. I should maybe take a picture.]
On Sunday, we met with the John Hancock team for a long run along the marathon route. I ended up doing 12 miles with a very nice woman from Hancock named Fran. Thank goodness for Fran! The run was hard enough, being my longest so far and on the heels of inconsistent training over the holidays, and the company was invaluable.
And it was COLD! Under 10 degrees (Fahrenheit) when we started and *maybe* as high as 15 by the time we were done. Insanely cold. We saw other people running on our way to Wellesley and I thought to myself, "These people are nuts!" Well, it's true.
But hey, I did 12 miles!
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Date: 2010-01-30 10:16 pm (UTC)