This:
You know how you’ll see crazy people out running when it’s barely above freezing, and you’ll think, “My god, how can they be so insane?”
I never thought this would happen, but I’ve become one of those crazy people.
It was 32 degrees out when I left work, so I took that as an invitation to skip the gym and run outside. I mentioned my love/hate (closer to just hate) relationship with treadmills in yesterday’s post, and I think a combination of too many sub-zero days and too many attempted runs on a treadmill made me a little stir-crazy. When I walked out of work and wasn’t instantly shivering, I knew I had to run outside.
I was racing against the sun, so could only fit in two miles, but it felt so good when I was done. I’m looking forward to many, many more runs outside in the next few months—even in 30-degree weather.
(Also, can you believe two posts in a row about running? I don’t even recognize myself. It’s awesome.)
