Welp for some crazy reason I decided to go out for a run this morning, on the coldest morning yet, instead of the treadmill. It was 3 degrees out and it said it felt like -12 degrees. Holy moly.
This morning I was in the mood to go outside because:
I wasn't at work
I was in a happier mood because of #1 and because of Xmas coming
I never get to run outside in the mornings
No one would be outside to make fun of my mummy-looking-self
I don't have pressing plans today so I could take as long as I wanted
If Brian and his siblings could do it outside in the freezing, then I could do it outside in the freezing
I somehow made myself go 8.5 miles in that brutal weather and I somehow ran it in 1hr 11minutes, when it felt like I was running 15 minute miles. I was so bundled up I could barely move my legs; I had about 20 extra pounds on me.
I brought my Camelpak (I still get confused- is it Camelbak?) and tried taking a drink after 21 minutes of being outside. A freakin ice cube came out of it, no joke! All of the water in the straw was frozen! I've never seen that before.
Anyway, I'm glad I did it and it's all over. Now I just have to deal with a burnt-looking face. I forgot to cover up my cheeks against the wind; dangit.