This week has been tough for Northeastern runners. We don't have this much snow on the ground but there are definitely remnants of last week's storm in the form of ice patches and frozen puddles. What made this week particularly challenging was the plummeting temps and howling winds. I believe yesterday morning's "real feel" temp was a whopping THREE degrees with the actual only a tad higher at THIRTEEN. My neighbor who was on her way to her warm gym at 5:30 am saw me coming home after a 4:30 am - 7 miler and texted me later in the day. "Was I aware of the temperature?", she wrote.
The truth is, I like it! The more extreme the conditions, the more I seem to rally. Not sure where this comes from but I feel anyone can be motivated to exercise midday on a sunny, mildly warm, pristine day. It's the real athletes that brave the heat or the cold, the snow or the rain, the very early am or late night. And several mornings a week, despite conditions, at 4:30 am, you'll find me and a bunch of other highly motivated people (self proclaimed the Freeport Nautical Milers) out running.
