I'm definitely struggling with this winter. Due to my treadmill that has finally coughed it's last cough, I'm stuck running outside. Yes, I could go to the gym and run on a treadmill, but I find the gym to be a waste of time. To drive there, put my stuff away, find a machine, cool down, take shower, get dressed, and drive back home takes me approximately two hours. If I run at home, cool down, shower, and dress, it only takes me an hour and fifteen minutes. I'm all about the most efficient way possible.
So in my midst of attempting to run outside, the weather wasn't exactly cooperating with me. Two weekends ago, in our Godforsaken winter weather, we endured a snow blizzard and a little bit of melting that turned into icy streams scattered on the roads. At this point I'm reading to crawl up the walls, I need to have my running fix. I'm left with a day that has sleet in the forecast and the roads are already pretty frosty. I take the chance (what a risk taker I am!)
Starting out, I'm able to navigate around the icy spots without slipping and cracking my head open so far. I've mentioned before we don't have sidewalks in most of our neighborhoods, but we do have some disconnected bike/walking trails scattered around some areas of this tiny little spec on earth, I call home. There happens to be a short stretch on the road behind my house. I decided to take that route out of my neighborhood. The downside is that the paths aren't usually plowed. Running in the snow isn't bad, it's like running in the sand and tends to be a good workout. The downside to this path is half way up a steep hill, the path ends at a three way intersection. In order to continue up the hill, I have to cross the narrow road blinded by any oncoming traffic.
In my process of crossing, a car comes flying over the hill. I was almost safely to the side, but since there isn't much space on the side of the road, I jumped into the culvert to avoid any misconception between the car and my body. After sinking up to my knees in soft snow and my shoes absorbing all the water passing through soaked ground below, I continued up the hill. The snow looked deceivingly solid, but with some of the melting conditions in previous days I hadn't thought to consider what lay underneath the perfect layer of snow. It was my split second decision I made to keep a safe distance between my body and metal.
I didn't start to second guess my decision until I got to the top of the hill when my feet were soaked to the bone and water was squishing out of my shoes. The questions started:
Should I go back? Will I get hypothermia? Will I get blisters? Who can I call to pick me up? Oh wait I don't have a phone. Whose house is the closest to where I am? All my answers were I don't want to go back. I will turn around when I get cold
, feel blisters forming
, or figure out the closest family/friend who would be able to take me home. There I constructed a plan so I continued, though I hate having wet feet when I run.
Oddly enough, my feet never got cold so I finished my run successfully. As long as I kept moving, I didn't get cold. I need Spring to come.
Now I have to start researching treadmills so I don't have to have wet feet when I run anymore. It's been ten years since I've been in the market.
Happy Days!