Hi-C and I just covered 6.7 km as the world literally froze around us. At about 4km in I remember thinking “wow, I’m still warm and I feel awesome, winter running is so liberating!”. Everything went downhill from there. The snot flowed freely. My face burned. My legs went numb (actually, this came in handy, I didn’t notice them and pushed myself faster). For a bit my heart felt like it was pumping shards of ice. Near the end I knew I was breathing but I couldn’t feel the air enter my lungs and it never felt like quite enough. It felt like we flew through the run. Felt. Because I’ll never know. My ipod stalled after 6 minutes, likely in protest to the cold. I think if it is below -11 with some nasty wind I may have to start adding a third layer on top and second layer on my legs. I looked like a bright pink strawberry from head to toe afterwards. This may prove more challenging than we first anticipated. Wait, no, I anticipated this but let myself be talked into a half marathon anyway. I’m clearly the crazy one.
Running Update #47