An 8.8 Mile Morning Run Before Breakfast And Some Tips For Running On Ice & The Snow.
This morning I ran in my waterproof bottoms that ripped on my last long run. I figured that since it was dark no one would notice.
I learnt a valuable life lesson.
There’s nothing romantic about having frostbite on your balls.
This afternoon was absolute hell. The amount of thigh chaffing I encountered on the run was unprecedented. I couldn’t walk downstairs in work all afternoon. I had to spread my legs to keep them from touching otherwise I feared they would stick together and I’d never prise them apart without intense pain.
I’m only feeling better now as I’m out of my jeans.
Dealing with icy conditions on the run.
I am hoping that this is my last icy run of 2013. The conditions weren’t bad until I reached high ground and when I got there the pavements were impassable.
I must have skidded two hundred times in a mile and each time it happened my heart stopped in fear. Then it would happen again. Heart missed a beat. And again. Heart missed a beat.
I was petrified every time I seen the pavement glistening with ice under the street lights. I could picture my fall in my mind’s eye and it was not pretty.
Besides I was running in farmer territory. If I was to slip up and hit my head off the pavement, I’d probably wake up in a flowery dress in a sealed-off barn.
I wasn’t going to be no farmer’s wife. Time to take to the roads!
Eventually enough was enough and I started to run on a road with a jeep looming in the distance.
The fucker must have seen me running towards him as I was in reflective gear but he refused to make room for me until the very last minute. Just as I was passing him he sounded his horn like a dick. Agitated from all of the slipping and sliding I threw him the finger and bared my teeth at him.
It was an overreaction. I felt bad afterwards for it but I was severely stressed out at the time.
Thankfully, my spirits were raised with the ice free roads.
It was much easier to run on the road than the footpath. Since I wanted to stay on the roads for as long as possible, I decided to be polite to drivers and I waved at them if they gave me space to run.
All of them did.
A few of them even beeped back at me.
At the time I thought they were sounding their horn in encouragement as if to say ‘wow, look at that pot-bellied beauty go!’.
More likely it was their way of saying ‘wow, look at that daft cunt!’
The rest of the run was downhill and by mile 5 the ice had completely disappeared. The pent up energy from navigating the icy pavements served me well and the run was comfortable even up the finish.
I completed 8.87 miles altogether. It was an excellent run despite the weather!