I know it's winter. And I know it's supposed to be cold. But really?
I moved to Virginia in hopes for mild winters. Last January, I spent a weekend in Williamsburg and wore shorts. On Sunday, when I ran my long run, I wore four layers. It was FREEZING. The thermometer on my table said it was 18.2 degrees when I left my house at 7:30 a.m. And then there was the wind. Oh, the wind. 20 mph in your face. By the end of my run, I had lost feeling in my chin and it was impeding my speech. At that point, I decided to cut my 10 miler down to an 8 miler. The two miles weren't worth the pain.
It's still cold today. I am going to drop my two oldest off at preschool, (it's Doodle's first day!!) put Dilly down for a nap and jump on the treadmill. Hopefully, by 10 am, I have completed 17.5 of my 1000 miles in 2010!