I promise, I will write about something other than running again. I actually have a few ideas that I’ve been meaning to write about, but starting running is kind of like getting a new boyfriend. You obsess about it; you talk about it all the time, even if you aren’t married to the idea of it.
So… yeah… back to the running.
I jokingly tell people that Spencer and I picked the worst time in our five-year relationship to start running. We just moved to an elevation of 5,000 feet to a neighborhood that is made entirely of hills. No, seriously, even the hills have baby hills.
No picture will ever do this hideous monstrosity of a hill justice. This stupid hill is at the end of our run. This morning I actually managed to speed up while going up it, I just kept thinking, “You run this every morning and you survive, just get it over with.” Strangely, it made the whole ordeal easier.
Spencer says, “I hate this hill, you probably should, too. This hill probably had sex with your grandmother.”
We’re now doing cold weather running, something I had been concerned about. The coldest day so far was 27 degrees, which isn’t too bad, but for two people that had been living in a desert that rarely sees temperatures below 32, 27 is pretty chilly. I usually look like an escaped mental patient from a film made in the 1970′s while running, because I am simultaneously trying to be warm, have strippable layers that don’t make me liable to be fined for indecent exposure as they are removed, and consistently wear clothing that is light enough to show up in headlights since it’s now black as night at 5:30 a.m. when we start our runs.
Not my worst get up.
So far, however, running outdoors all winter seems 100% doable. I can’t say I would feel the same if we lived in Vermont. (I miss you, Vermont. I would learn to like a treadmill again to live in you, Vermont.)
The views while we run are nothing short of spectacular. This morning there was still a light coating of snow on the ground, which made our usual route look like an entirely different neighborhood.
I solemnly swear not to post about running again until I get my Adidas MiCoach and give it a spin. Then I’ll give you a review.
Next time I’ll tell you about all of the horror movies I watched in October all by myself, and give you a run-down of some alternate titles.
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Great job Patti – you look like you’re kicking that hill’s ass in that photo!! I’m going to start running with a group on Wed evenings in the dark and they are requiring us to wear blinking lights on our front and back, I’m thinking that I will be looking like a mental patient too!