Marathon training has officially begun. As has my concern that I might be insane for thinking this time of year would be fine for marathon training.
On Saturday, Diana and I attempted our first long(ish) training run. It was supposed to be ten miles.
The temperature clocked in below ten degrees.
And thanks to a recent mini flurry, the ground was also covered in an inch or two of ice, snow, and slush in most places.
I know what you’re thinking: Justine, why didn’t you just run on a treadmill?
Don’t think I didn’t consider it. But my tolerance for that hamster wheel tops out at about five, maybe six miles. Ten would have been brutal.
So despite the cold, Di and I loaded up in fleecy layers, gritted our teeth, and braved the elements.
We ran around Central Park, five miles out. The plan was to run the full five back, but after about six miles of hopping, slipping, and tip-toeing around ice encrusted sidewalks, our whole bodies were exhausted. (Plus our pace was nothing to write home about.)
Since we’ve both dealt with injuries in the past, we decided to call it quits at eight and pick up the extra miles during our shorter runs this week.
And, you know, my face was so frozen by the end that I could barely speak.
I’m planning to do my weekday runs at the gym (hopefully streaming some Netflix to distract myself), but I still have a 12-miler next Saturday to prep for. Any cold-weather tips from my runner friends? Maybe a really great jacket you love? I’ll take anything.
Only 12 more weeks to go!