This was the terrain for about half of today’s long run. The rest was wet and slushy or some combination of snow and slush. It was sunny, though, and not too cold (despite the wind).
Things I learned today about winter running:
- Wear wool socks. My feet were so wet and cold after the run. I think the wool would have done a better job protecting my skin.
- Wear socks with coverage. Those no-show socks aren’t going to cut it in the slush!
- Pace will have to go out the window in this kind of weather. I can’t get the same kind of stride on uneven and (sometimes) slippery terrain.
- Running in snow is kind of like running in the sand… you know, except colder. I could really feel my lower legs getting a different kind of workout. This can only be beneficial in my training.
All things considered, this was a good workout. I was way off my normal pace (almost one minute/mile), but I’m glad to be increasing my mileage again. I felt like I could have gone further, but I don’t want to overdo things (MUST stick to the plan!).
Besides, I had to go wedding shopping with my sister!
I was supposed to go for a long run today. Unfortunately, we got about a foot of snow last night, and by the time the roads were cleared enough so I wouldn’t face-plant while running, it was dark. Sigh… tomorrow is another day.
After finishing all my work for the day, I did a light yoga workout. It felt great to stretch out. Between that and my valiant efforts to stay hydrated, I think I am ready for a great run tomorrow!
Active recovery is becoming a much more important part of my routine. I’m not sure if it is because of my injury or just a natural part of the aging process. Either way, I feel about a billion times better if I take a little time to stretch, foam roll, do yoga, etc.
In other news, this is hilarious…
This is Wendy. She is my running partner.
I have two dogs. Duke is a Cairn Terrier. He is sweet and cuddly, and is a wonderful companion. Duke follows me around the house, and spends every possible moment sitting on my lap (or at my feet). Wendy is a “hound-mix.” No one really knows much about her heritage – the shelter said she is part bloodhound, but she also has some qualities of a Rhodesian Ridgeback. She has webbed feet. Everywhere we go, someone tells me that she “looks just like_____,” but no one REALLY knows. Most importantly, Wendy LOVES to run.
I started running with her about a year ago, but we both took a break when I hurt my back and had to stop running. Once I regained my strength, I began taking her again – and never looked back! She loves heading out for a workout, and is definitely very motivating on the days I am feeling a little bit lazy. When we come home, she is so relaxed and happy – like me, satisfied by her efforts.
I’ve read that dogs with her body type can run upwards of 20 miles if they are properly hydrated. This gives me hope as I build my mileage (not that I intend to see 20 miles anytime soon!). I don’t know that I could bear to leave her behind!
The holidays can be a magical time of year. For me, however, they can be so bittersweet. This year, I am remembering two close family members who have passed one recently (my grandfather passed just before Christmas last year, and my aunt passed in October). In addition, I have (mostly) unexplained infertility. The stress of my infertility doesn’t affect me in an overt way – except around the holidays. From January to November, I can embrace all the other (wonderful) aspects of my life and move toward my goals. In December, it sometimes seems like all I can feel is loss – I may never be woken by excited voices on Christmas morning, or have to come up with creative ways to hide that silly “elf-on-a-shelf.” When I remember the magic I felt as a child, I find myself grieving that I cannot pass on that magic to children of my own. Of course, I make the best of it – and every moment I can spend with my niece, Talia, eases the pain.
Before the holiday craziness yesterday, I took Wendy out for a short run. It was quiet in my neighborhood, and the snow was gently falling. My neighbors’ Christmas lights were all turned on, and I was able to be quiet with myself. I tapped into the magic that is Christmas, and my burdens were lighter. This wasn’t any sort of epic training run, but it gave me time to reflect before the day became crazy. I am so lucky for my family and friends, and for all the love in my life. I am also lucky for a few stolen moments, when I can run with my dog and remember the little things that make me happy, while letting go of the little things that drag me down.