Gusty, not gutsy.
Upon further review, the prospect of running in “feels like -10*F” weather with consistent 45mph winds and gusts up to 80 mph launching sand and grit into my eyes early in the morning didn’t sound as ponies-and-rainbows-and-swans glorious as I originally imagined.
Granted, they are only gusts, but 80 mph winds are technically hurricane force. (I only know that because on top of my recent addiction to the sunrise/sunset section of timeanddate.com, the Beaufort scale has become similarly more interesting since I’ve moved here.)
In any case, I took Annie Crow‘s advice from the comments section, erred on the side of caution, and treadmilled instead. It was about as glorious as a treadmill run can get. A few hours after the fact, my foot feels mildly whiny but overall adequate. We’ll see.
Ended up with 12 miles @ 1.5%+ incline in 1:32:19 (7:42ish pace). I played around with incline and paces and did three sets of lazy progressions. The miles skated by. Everything felt suspiciously fluid, light, easy, and not what I expected after taking two weeks off from running. Truthfully, it probably felt easy because I’d taken two weeks off from running.
Temperatures are due to dip into the negatives tomorrow, with a windchill up to -30*F and more of those riveting rocks-in-your-eyes gusts. No thanks. There are people in the world who are tough enough to gut out a run in those conditions, but I don’t think I’m one of them. Three cheers for the gym.
I have the feeling that running again will help me get some of my writing motivation back. Perhaps then I’ll be able to lay down a post that isn’t quite this banal…