Yesterday I ran my second 5K race. When Aaron and I arrived, we were only milling around for two minutes when I was greeted by Annie. She’s a local runner that I’ve been talking to on Twitter for years, but have never met in person. It was great to meet her and a few other tweeting runners. But soon, it was time for us to shuffle outside and run.
According to the race website, I ran in “the most EXTREME conditions.” The temperature was in the single digits, and the wind chill was below zero. The route was snow-covered and icy. See how snowy this corner is?
I’m the blue jacket just about to run out of the frame. The first mile felt like it took forever…I think I used an entire different set of muscles to keep myself from falling on the course. Even though it was freezing, about .75 miles in I didn’t need anything over my face (if you can find me in the photo below, you’ll see my scarf hanging below my waist).
I ran the first mile+ without walking, but then I was all about the walk breaks. This course was hard. It would have been awesome if it was 45 degrees outside, but I had to run over ice, snow, slush, puddles….my time was even slower than my first 5K (which also included snow and ice, but not this much). Rather than get discouraged, I told myself that at least I ran the race. Last New Year’s Eve, I was on the couch. This year, I ran a race. Annie was waiting at the finish line (over 10 minutes after she had finished, in single digit temps) to cheer me on. Runners are awesome.
And then this morning, I ran again. (On the treadmill, at the gym.)
I need to get used to running on tired legs, so my goal for January is to get into a Tue-Wed-Thur-Sat run routine. By the time February rolls around, that distance needs to be 3-2-3-4. I’m not far from it, and I look forward to getting there.
I’m nowhere near the fastest runner in the races I’ve run. In fact, I am almost the slowest (30 people finished behind me yesterday). But I show up and run.
Edit: I forgot to add that for the last mile, my eyelashes were frozen together at the corners. I could see the ice out of the corner of my eye. It was so weird, but it sort of made me feel hardcore.