It takes a lot for me to choose the rotating belt over a run outdoors.
On Sunday morning, I braved the 90 kph (56 mph) wind gusts and glare ice underfoot because about 20 of my friends were out there with me. I wasn’t stoked about it, but it wasn’t too terrible either.
Then yesterday, when I was emailing back and forth with some friends trying to decide if we could face the -13K wind chill at 5am, I had almost resigned to the treadmill. Almost. And then one of the girls said, “Well, I will run outside if someone else will…” And before we knew it, 5 of us were committed to meet at the usual time and place. I’d be lying if I said any one of us didn’t question our sanity as we stepped out of our cars this morning, but misery loves company. We made the most of it as we tackled 6 hill repeats in freezing, blustery conditions while almost every house we ran by remained dark.
There is nothing like the feeling you get after tackling a run like that… at least until you step in the shower and every inch of your body stings! Yeouch!
What does it take for you to choose the “dreadmill” over the streets?
*Sorry about the spacing… computer not cooperating.*