Last week, a few of us were emailing back and forth, trying to figure out the last miserable part of the weekend, so we could go for a long run and not be beaten down by the weather.
Of course, this winter, that moment doesn’t exist.
So the best we could hope for was a tailwind and a little daylight. And in the hopes of regaining some joy in our lives, a little gravel and country scenery.
To that end, we decided to waste a ridiculous amount of time dropping one car off, driving another one 12 miles north to Baltic, and then running south, with a tailwind the whole way.
It was so, so worth it.
We saw three or four cars the entire way and ran in a gentle snow and bitter cold. But with a tailwind, it didn’t feel cold at all. Until the last half mile, where we turned into the wind to get to the car. It was honestly kind of miserable. I was so cold in the wind that my teeth started to hurt and I realized my face was so frozen I was drooling on myself.
Running is so sexy.
This is what we looked like. I had to crop half my face out because it was more of a grimace than a smile, since I was frozen:
We ran just under 12 miles, which was just fine. I have finally learned to put my hair in two braids instead of a ponytail — my balaclava basically turns it into one giant knot on long runs.
After this, and the next hour of getting cars and getting home, I took the world’s longest and hottest shower. For the first time, my feet really hurt, and when I looked at them, there were huge weird white spots on the bottom of them. I think it was from sitting in wet socks for so long. It went away shortly after and was fine, but it was weird. I usually get Raynaud‘s in my hands, but I never have in my feet.
I wimped out on Sunday and didn’t run — instead we took the kids to see “Frozen,” and then Viv and I took a 2-hour nap together. It was worth it.