I planned to run inside on the treadmill all trip. I’d made amends with my old foe and was actually enjoying my rehab runs on it – I even stopped calling it the “dreadmill.” (for now at least) and packed a few pairs of shorts preparing for indoor sweatin’ time.
But after a few days chained to the driver’s seat while visiting the Ohio Oiselle dealers, I didn’t care where or in what climate or on what revolving or not surface it was, I just wanted to run. And when little sister says she wants to run with you, you lace up, pile on every layer you packed (and a few more you found leftover in your old dresser), and hit the pavement.
p.s. the new Flow Tights are prettttty awesome. They’re 3/4 length but hit me pretty low – if you’re a shorty they’d probably be a great full-length for you.
After the record lows and brutal windchill from the past few days, Friday’s 28 degrees felt damn near balmy, and I have to say I kind of enjoyed it.
So much we did it again on Saturday.
Findley State Park Two Ways – same dock, August vs February. That 18 miler with Emily stands as my last “good” long run. Not my last handstand, though.
Granted we didn’t spend more than 30 minutes out each time since I’m still slowly creeping up my mileage per the hamstring tendinosis recovery plan – I’m sure if I had to be long-running or everyday running or solo running it would get old pretty freaking quickly, but it was a fun change of scenery. Not saying I’d willingly trade in my sunny beachside runs for snow-banked side roads and below-freezing temps, and I’m sure the novelty would wear off pretty quickly, but… Actually I don’t have anywhere to go from this. I guess I’m just saying Ohio’s not all that bad.
(but I’m really glad I get to go back home to shorts and t-shirt running weather tonight.)
((still love you, Ohio))