One blog post in three months. Ooops. This is what no racing and training from mid-September until mid-April will do to this blog. What does it do to me? Drive me crazy.
Insane, actually. Crawling up walls, talking to and answering myself, seeing shapes in the snow crazy.
On top of not having any races – not a 5K, not a snowshoe run, not a warm-weather half-marathon – it has been The Longest Winter of All Time Ever Known to Mankind. And it is still January.
I can count the number of times I have run outside in the last month on one hand, and would still be able to pick my nose if so inclined. The few outside runs have been short and left me shivering. I tried one group run with the local running group and it was a disaster that left me angry. (PaceSetters, I’m looking at you, and that email I sent you which no one ever replied to.)
I hate the treadmill. Especially my treadmill, which has been temperamental as of late, constantly asking for lube. [Insert jokes here.] I’ve taken to going to the gym and running in circles on the indoor track, or attending 6:00 am spin classes, or yoga classes. Oh, but that’s if the gym is open – they’ve closed it several times due to the cold weather. Snowshoeing can be done in 20 minute increments, but it takes longer for me to get dressed in layers and get somewhere.
Basically: I’m not working out, I’m eating a lot of junk, I’m not getting sunshine or fresh air, and I’m turning into one cranky motherfucker.
Soon I’ll be in Mexico for a vacation. I look forward to running on the beach every morning – even if I do die from shock of the temperature change. I’m going to sweat so much people will think I jumped in the ocean before running, instead of after (as I plan to d0). Cannot. Wait.
Next year: plan a long weekend and a half marathon in a warm location in January.
For now: just make it through to March.