Even when it's only 35* outside.
Yes, that's right.... I ran yesterday when it was only 35*. I'm very proud of myself, since my normal "limit" is 40*. But the weather predicted it would be 40* by the time I had to be out the door, which was 8:00am, and there I was, dressed and ready to go. And it was only 35*.
The main reason I'm so happy about this is
it makes me totally hardcore last year, I took a very long running break during winter, which caused me to lose a lot of the progress I had made. I promised myself I wouldn't let that happen again this year.
So, I've been fanatically checking the weather, planning to go out when the weather is at it's "best" and so stinking grateful that this has been such a mild winter. Now, I'm crossing my fingers that February is equally as mild, and it's all downhill from there. I long for the warm weather, the sun, the sweat, even if it is 95* in a Memphis summer. Oooo, I also cannot wait for daylight savings time. I need more daylight in my
running schedule life in general.
So my point is, that I've kept my promise to myself. I ran 15 times in January! It feels good to broaden my running-weather limits. With my work schedule, and the fact that I can't run by myself when it's dark (due to safety reasons), having less stringent weather conditions helps me get out there more often. Last week, I even ran in the rain. Ok, ok, it was only 1.5 miles, but I did it!
P.S. Does it still make me just a little bit angry that this morning, when I can't run because I work the early shift, it was already 44* by 6am?
P.P.S.S. Am I totally jealous of SR since she lives in California and thinks 49* is too cold for running?