It's been an off week for running - we didn't do our local Turkey Trot 5K on Thanksgiving this year for the first time since the race began in 2010 because we were in Dallas. I'm sure there was a Turkey Trot happening somewhere in that area, but I didn't want to deal with the many thousands of runners/strange place/rushing around to get there so we just chilled out instead on Thursday. The weather was very cold and incredibly rainy the entire long weekend - massive downpours, with the temps in the low-30s "feels like" range. Nope...we were good with not getting out in that.
So on Monday morning, Jeff and I got up early and drove to where we usually do our group long runs, and set out for an indeterminate amount of miles. I mean, we had 8 miles on the schedule, but the route we took meant we could run 5 miles, or 6.5, or even 8, depending on which direction we went. As it turns out, I ended up doing 5 miles, while Jeff did 6.5 miles. We started off running together (it was dark and I'm a scaredy-cat), but once it lightened up, I told Jeff to go on and run a little longer, while I turned back toward the park. Honestly, I could have run farther, but he kept checking his Garmin, and it was bugging me because I knew he wanted me to run faster. He thinks I should be faster than I am, and maybe I could run faster, but every time he does that, even subtly, it just makes me run slower. It's funny, I am fine when we do our shorter runs together around the neighborhood, but whenever we try to do a long run together, it doesn't go well. And I felt much better during the last 1.5 miles of that run - sure, some of it was because I'd warmed up, but I suspect most of it was mental. Not sure which of us needs to change if we're ever going to be able to run a half marathon together...
Yesterday morning Loretta came over and we ran while we caught up - normally we get to do this on Saturday morning during our long run, but we both were out of town, so we had to cram about 10 miles worth of chatter into 2.5 miles. It was a good run and it wasn't quite as damp and cold as Monday's run, which was nice.
Speaking of the weather, I know, I know - I've gone from complaining about the heat and humidity to whining about the damp and cold. I swear, we didn't get any sweet cool mornings between summer and winter - it was like Texas just went BAM, here's winter temps, deal with it. For me, the hardest part about cold weather running is making myself get outside - once I start my run, I'm usually good. And I'm enjoying the fact that I actually have enough running gear for the colder weather - last spring when the winter clothes were on clearance, I bought a couple more lined long-sleeved tops so now I have three, plus I have a couple of windbreaker jackets and a rain jacket. Previously, I kept thinking that because our winters were so short, I didn't need much - but I'm running 3 - 4 days a week, and I kept having to wash my one super warm top all the time. I don't know what took me so long to realize that I run all year long and need winter running gear, but I'm glad I finally took care of myself!