So, I ran 6 miles on Saturday. My longest run in over a year. LAME! But it felt awesome! Like nothing at all. Oh, and did I mention it was like 25 degrees out? Well it was. I really do like running in the cold once I get acclimated to it, and apparently I'm acclimated. I love not feeling like my body is about to catch on fire, I love not feeling like I'm about to pass out from heat stroke, I love slathering my face in Vaseline to protect it from wind burn, I love getting frost all over the outside of my jacket from the sweat freezing (though it wasn't QUITE cold enough for that yet) and I love the feeling of realizing that my ass and thighs are completely frozen once I stop moving. Weird, I know.
Planning on 8 miles next weekend. If that goes well, 10 the following weekend. I can't wait to get back up into double digit mileage! I also fully plan on getting up Thanksgiving morning and getting a good 3 miles in before sit down and eat 5 lbs of food.