6 miles – 60 minutes – 6 degrees
The old me thinks I’m insane. The me that hated to run, unless running was a part of the sport I was playing – and even then, I hated playing positions that required lots of running. (I went so far as to convince my ski coach that rollerblading was better training than running.) I learned to run, and instantly spent my childhood avoiding it. The old me stayed in shape by hiking, skiing, paddling, sailing, and participating in other outdoor activities that required no running. And, when none of that was to be had, the old me was content to not be active. The old me had fits and starts, where running was the only activity around.
The old me met my now-husband (a former 3-season college runner). He cajoled me to run with him each spring, convincing me that short-term pain would result in better hiking, better paddling, better skiing (!). Being fit would result in more fun in the sports I loved. So, since it was a way to spend more time with him, I tried it. I tried road running and trail running. I tried taking the dog for a run (Fritz hates running). I tried 5k’s and team relay runs. I tried short fast runs and long casual runs. I tried running with Mike, with co-workers, by myself. Somewhere along the way, the old me lost the battle.
Which brings me to today. It was 16, with a windchill of 6. I ran 6.1 miles in under 60 minutes. And I enjoyed it. I ran with friends. I ran wearing good gear. I ran on scenic roads along a frozen river. And, if I must admit, I ran with a goal in mind (I’ll share more on that later) that will keep me running, despite the dropping mercury. Yes, I’ll still choose to bike, ski, paddle, or hike over running. But I’m lucky to work in a place where I can disappear for an hour at lunch and get fit. The new me is feeling pretty good.