Brisk

This morning, I woke up as usual and stumbled into my living room and turned the tv on to check the temperature before I got dressed for my run. Well, it was at this point, that I cussed Comcast and remembered that for some reason... my cable doesn't work when it's under 20 degrees. (Something I just confirmed this weekend).

I knew it was going to be cold... I was figuring something like 20 degrees or so, but that it would feel cooler, because the sun wouldn't be up until the very end of my run. So, I put on some UnderArmour Leggings, running shorts over them, and UnderArmour half zip top and I decided to throw on a sweatshirt over that (just in case). I also put on two pairs of gloves...

I stepped out of my place and into the stairwell and as soon as I got into my garage, I felt the cold and I briefly thought about turning around and going back inside. "Naw..." I said to myself. Once I get started, I'll be fine.

I kept telling myself that I've ran in colder weather... that this wasn't that bad. I mean, hell... if construction workers were going to work... I could definitely endure a little chilly weather.

But for the first mile, I had to channel my inner Beck Weathers. This worked... kinda. But, it also kind of freaked me out... I mean... my face was seriously colder than I could ever remember it being. I preserved though and by the mile 3 I was feeling okay and the sun was starting to make an appearance, which helped.

I was very curious to know the actual temperature though... and so as soon as I got into work this morning, I looked it up.

Temperature at 6am: 9 degrees with a windchill of 0.

Damn. I am one hardcore bitch. I mean... here I was outside running... dressed like it was 25 degrees when it actually felt like it was 0!!! It's actually probably a good thing that my cable doesn't work... otherwise I would have looked at the temperature and gone straight back to bed. But at least now I realize why I didn't see any other runners out this morning.

And... I guess I've got no excuses for not running when it's cold outside anymore...

I'm sure ole Beck was praying for 9 degrees...