Yesterday's run was outstanding for it's ugly discomfort. I sat in my car at the trailhead parking lot for 5 minutes listening to the rain pound on the roof and to the wind shake great plopping splats on the roof. Finally I just manned up set out up the trail, splashing through 45 degree water and squishing over soggy leaves. I got 1.5 miles up the trail and turned around hoping that my feet would warm up before I got back to my car. Didn't happen. They didn't go completely numb, which I knew because the deeper puddles still felt colder.
I took the run as an opportunity to pay extra close attention to my form, which has been know to go south in cold wet conditions. The run was succesful in that my feet were fine by the time I wrapped it up.
My core stayed toasty, hands were fine, head and legs, all fine. I even felt glad to have run. It just wasn't easy.
I took the run as an opportunity to pay extra close attention to my form, which has been know to go south in cold wet conditions. The run was succesful in that my feet were fine by the time I wrapped it up.
My core stayed toasty, hands were fine, head and legs, all fine. I even felt glad to have run. It just wasn't easy.