Good morning, 2017! I have a few tricks up my sleeve for you this year, as I’m sure you have for me as well, no doubt. While I’m usually an idiot, I’d like to take a moment and write down something meaningful, as it wouldn’t be right to just dive into a new year without some sort of pause. So, to 2017, I say this:
“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”
And if She doesn’t? I’ll just run more. Right? Ha.
So I reached 3,512 miles for 2016. I don’t think I have every tallied up my year’s worth of miles, but man oh man am I curious to know how 2016 compared to say, 2011 when I was consistently logging 80-100 mile weeks while training for my ultra.
This past week I actually went over 50 miles. I think I hit 57? Something like that. I didn’t get to 60, so I still feel like I’m in the okay range.
Monday– I got up early with Callum and when Andrew came downstairs I took off to meet Lora for a windy and cold 10 miles outside. We got back in time before it started snowing AGAIN. GAH.
Tuesday– Super slow 8 miles on the treadmill while I listened to some podcasts and chill tunes.
Wednesday– I got up early to drive Jake to work and then headed outside for a slow 8 miles. Everything has melted for the most part but there were still a couple of icy patches. Then later on, Andrew and I went for a 3 mile run while I pushed Callum in the stroller. Andrew’s slowly getting back into this running thing, and he’s doing great.
Thursday– Just a super slow 6 miles on the treadmill after I dropped Jake off at work.
Friday– Well, it looks like I’ll be going over 50 miles this week. I ran a slow 5 miles this morning at 6am because I couldn’t sleep and then I jumped back on the treadmill this evening for 8 miles with the last 2 at 6:40 min/mile pace. I had to deal with some residual stress. I just got out of a hot bath and I feel worlds better.
Saturday– I got up at 5:45 to drive Jake to work and then ran a slow 5 miles outside. It was icy so I had to stop and walk a lot but I was listening to an incredible podcast so I didn’t mind at all. It’s a podcast about philosophy and religion, the existence (or not) of God, or our idea of God, etc etc. It hurt my brain but in a good way, like sore muscles after a hard workout.
Sunday– I really had to force myself to get out there this morning. I got up at 6 and bundled up to run 5 miles in the snow. Again, I had to take a lot of walk breaks but it was magical. Nobody else was out there. Just me. Even though we got a lot of snow last night, it was safer for me to run through than on the ice from yesterday morning. It was definitely tough to navigate through, but the extra effort made up for all my walk breaks. It was only zero degrees Celcius (that’s 30 F for you guys down south) but I bundled up like it was -30. Tee hee. I always tell my Saskatchewan friend Jen that it’s a “wet” cold here. She thinks I’m pathetic. She’s right. Jen’s always right.
How cold is it where you are right now?
When you run in the snow, do you stick to the sidewalks where the snow is deep and it’s tough to run through, or do you try to stay on the paved roads even though they could be slippery?
Have you ever fallen on the snow/ice?
I like getting into a smoking hot bath, sitting in it until my skin turns red and then I get out. It’s a giant waste of hot water so it doesn’t happen often.