I woke up yesterday morning to this:
Now, I know that when I am running by here:
I am going to be in the shade and the wind is going to be howling.
But I say the hell with it. I pull on my warm gear.
…And then I went and fed the birds. I mean, I was walking right by anyway.
SO then I am a popcycle, so I go back inside to warm up.
After some hemming and hawing, I stood up and burst out the door and started running.
I compare this method of getting my ass out the door to the best way to rip off a bandaid. Really fast so it only hurts for a second.
It took me a solid 5 minutes to get comfortable, about 10 minutes to be semi-warm. At that point my eyelashes were completely frozen together (picture conjunctivitis without the itchy red eyes and goo) and the hairs above my lip were all frosty.
I could actually SEE the icicles on my stash.
If my mustashe is actually getting icicles, it may be more visible than I realize and I might need to consider waxing my upper lip. Or something.
Isn’t that attractive?
I spent the rest of the run thinking about this new development. I pounded out a fast (for me) 5 miles, right around 45 minutes (45:10 for you number junkies).
By the time I was done, my black hat was white, my eyelashes were frozen together, and my hair that stuck out of my hat was frosted.
Totally worth it.
237 Days until IMLP!
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