This season has been a little different. The weather has been unexpectedly cold, but you knew that. It’s gotten so that there are now complaints about all the complaints about how cold it is. And I’m about to throw another complaint in, but maybe it should go into a different pile.
I live in Canada, and I like living in Canada… frankly (going back far enough) I had other choices. This is my home and I embrace its strengths and weaknesses. It is my belief, or I should say my family’s belief, that if you want to survive this country year-round, you have to embrace what winter has to offer. Tobogganing, skating, skiing (both nordic and downhill), building snowmen, snow-shoeing… it’s all good. And by that rationale, I try to include my running training in my love of fresh air in the outdoors, and like any good blogger, hope that my example will inspire others…. it’s not that bad out there!
Still, I’m starting to hate winter running… but it’s not the cold or the snow. Really. The cold air doesn’t seem to bother my lungs as much as everyone expects, and the rest of me gets protected by layers. I like the lower impact of running on snow, and the muscular challenge of trudging through it. So where’s the hate?
The logistics of it all. Getting dressed in the appropriate layers probably takes 15 minutes, though frankly, I’m afraid to time it – it might break my heart. I really, really have to remember to put on my heart rate monitor strap first, because it’s too hard to slip it on after I’ve put on 3 layers. Remembering all the winter gear has created some situations I wouldn’t have expected.
While effectively preparing all the winter clothes I need for running such as:
- one running shoe (yes really)
- water for my water bottle (twice)
- Brought light cycling gloves = nearly got frostbite
- My original facemask used to hamper my field of vision (not good because I’m having to run in areas with cars and traffic more than I usually do) so I bought a replacement
- …which didn’t allow enough airflow for me to exhale properly. I spent my run feeling like I was gagged by kidnappers or something, and for the air to get out, the sides expanded like the gills on a fish which was just plain weird.
|Not my happy face|
I’m putting this into the #BestFoot Linkup over at Darwinian Fail… join us there, OK?