After a truly amazing week in Antigua, we got home late last night to a harsh dose of reality. We quickly traded the flip flops and sunscreen for winter boots and mittens. Hubs was in denial at first:
For the record, it was -11C (12F) when we arrived in Toronto. Quite an adjustment from 30C (86F) in sunny Antigua. *sigh* (I know you’re probably not feeling too sorry for me right now.)
We finally walked in the door at 10:30 PM, shoved our bags out of the way and collapsed in bed. By this time we were both having second thoughts about our plan to get up early and meet the group for a long run. Sleeping in, having a lazy morning at home and getting a head start on laundry seemed a lot more appealing. Somehow we found the motivation to get up, bundle up and show up for the run.
There was an extreme cold weather and wind warning, with an actual temp of -22C (-8F) and a biting “real feel” of -30C (-22F), the coldest weather I can ever remember running in. Considering we were on the beach less than 24 hours prior, it was quite a shock to the system.
Given the conditions, we collectively decided on a shorter run (19K/11.8mi) consisting of three separate loops starting and ending at the Running Room, so we were never too far from un-frozen water and warmth if needed. Breaking the run up this way also made it a bit easier to handle mentally, but it was far too tempting to call it quits after each loop. The cold was excruciating, especially on my face which was only be covered so much. Somehow, with a little complaining and a lot of support, we made it through.
And now I’m ready to go back to the beach!