|This is NOT how 50 degrees looks in Ohio, but for a runner, it's pretty damn close.|
|This is a haircut? SMH.|
When I got home, I thought I was going to erupt, but I held it together, and thank God my husband came home early from work. He is a smart man when he chooses to be, and after I told him about our afternoon and I showed him "the haircut," he wisely decided to take the kids out for shopping and dinner while I went for a run. I do love that man; that is why I have allowed him to live this long.
I haven't been able to run on roads and sidewalks for a few months because the weather has been so treacherous, but today the snow had melted on most of the sidewalks, and I was excited to put my legs through their paces. I have been running on trails on Sundays, and the massive amounts of snow and ice meant that my pace was usually around the 12-13 minute/mile. What was particularly difficult for me was that I didn't absolutely know that it was because of the snow or if it was because I lost so much of my training when I was recovering from my broken foot. Today I decided to push myself, and I'm so glad I did.
My 4.06-mile run today clocked in at 41 minutes, a 10:09 pace, and this included having to walk on occasion when there was ice on the sidewalk. I am so happy! I can still run, and I can push myself without snapping the foot in two!
When I came back, I was zoning in my runner's high, and two glasses of wine and some pizza later, I'm still glowing.
I am so lucky.
After all, it could have been my hair.
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