I had forgotten how challenging running in winter can be. It’s cold and there is annoying white stuff falling from the sky. It’s also icy and — as someone who is recovering from an injury — I don’t want to do anything dumb that will risk a set-back.
The YMCA, and their plethora of treadmills, isn’t far away but that requires the extra step of bundling up on top of my running clothes and then getting in my car and driving out on snowy roads when it’s dark and cold outside.
Running in winter is hard enough when I’m at the peak of training but now, oof. Zero motivation and I’m running slower than even I’m used to and my endurance isn’t what it used to be after being off for six months.
Back in November, when I was given the all clear to run again, I set a goal of being able to run three miles by the end of the year but I think I need to reevaluate that goal. As of today, the furthest I’ve gone is 1.5 miles and that’s when there wasn’t six inches of snow on the ground.
Getting a treadmill for our basement is on my list and with each passing day it’s moving higher and higher up that list, closing in on that top spot.
Love from the ashes,