When I woke up yesterday the temperature was minus nine. Now there was a time in my life when I would have said ‘only minus nine’ , yesterday though it was prefixed with ‘OMG’ and then suffixed with ‘I’ve got to run 11 miles in that’.*
I text my running buddy with a slightly amended run off time, as I had to get the cat to the vets after the run and thought a shower might be an idea before going, also advised her of the Antarctic temperature. She didn’t back out and so we set off. Usually with a long run I try to run far away from home before looping back working on the theory I then can’t bottle out and head home early, cutting the run short. As neither of us knew how we would cope with running in this kind of temperature we decided to do two five ish loops to give either of us a chance to bail if necessary.
Happy to report we managed the 11 miles comfortably.
Afternoon was spent with hubby and madam watching War Horse at the cinema and then eating dinner at Nandos.
*For those of you not in the know I lived in Calgary for ten years where minus nine in February would have been considered quite warm. 16 years back in the UK and I am a wimp but in my defence when living in Canada I did not run!