Today’s Lesson: Running in the cold isn’t so bad, afterall.
I work in strange ways. Why? Because, when January 1st 2009 hit, my membership to the Boston Sports Club network was officially canceled. Yup. Me, the work out-aholic, quit the gym. My reasons are three fold. One, I really didn’t like the gym I was going to. I don’t know about you, but no one likes to feel like a caged rat. Secondly, I am finally getting my act together and joining the Cambridge Masters Swim Club, something I have talked about doing since the very moment I moved a box to my first Boston apartment in 2006. Lastly, I want to concentrate on getting back into yoga and of course keeping up with running, when the weather permits.
The problem is, I haven’t taken any action on obtaining a membership to the swim team or my yoga studio due to my extreme lack of funds after the holiday season-whoops. A few days pass by and like clock work, cue cabin fever. One day at work, my antsy-ness reached an all time high and I knew I just had to go for a run, even if it killed me in the process. Of course the day I decide this, it is below freezing and an ice storm is looming in the not so distant future. A perfect example of the weather not permitting, but we were hell bent on running. Kate, the loyal running partner that she is, obliged and accepted my invitation.
As we suited up in our work place locker room my mind was running a mile a minute, “what the heck am I doing?” Alas, I put on a happy face and took a photo to capture the sheer excitement, hope and fear we were exuding. Well, maybe the fear was just from me.
The moment we stepped outside a cold burst of wind hit my face, “Crap. It’s COLD.” I couldn’t turn back now! As we got going, another thought crossed my mind, “you know what, I needed this to remind myself that I am alive.” I know, it sounds cliche, but it’s true. It felt amazing to stretch my legs, get the blood flowing and nod to other hardcore runners. The rest of the run consisted of an excessive amount of chatting and joking in-between labored breaths as well as the occasional tip toe through an icy path to prevent ourselves from falling victim to every New Englander’s nemesis, black ice.
This run might not be particularly exciting or ground breaking for the common runner, but for me, it was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. One with my gloves, ear warmers and ultra thick spandex. That night I learned, running outside in the cold didn’t suck. It was actually pretty fun! And sometimes, during difficult times, it’s exactly what the doctor ordered to help you remember how to live.