Why is it that every time I think I might slap on the bra, pull on my spandex shorts and tie up my running shoes, it starts to snow? Hmmm...I think it is a sign.
Okay, I know. Snow doesn't mean you can't go running--people are out there running in blizaards all the time. But have you ever really looked at those people? Really looked at them?
That's what crazy people look like. I have determined it to be so. Because lets face it, only truly crazy people would run in sub zero temperatures with huge snowball sized flakes smacking them in the face or torrential rains turning them into a big soggy mess. That's the very definition of crazy.
No, that's called DEDICATION, you say. Running in those kinds of conditions shows the true nature of a 'real' runner. Sorry, I don't buy it. There are indoor places called 'gyms' built especially for those times when the weather is horrid. They're everywhere! There is no need for this running-until-my-nose-falls-off-from-frost-bite kind of nonsense.
I am not a dedicated runner. I'm not even a non-dedicated runner. I'm a "thinking about running" kind of gal. And if I am going to do it, I'm sure as heck not going to start by doing it in the snow, or the rain for that matter. It's going to have to be a pretty nice looking day to get me out there pounding some pavement. Maybe Monday will be a nice day--until then, I guess.
(By the way, I've got the sports bra, the spandex running shorts and I also have the arm band to hold my iPod. I'm getting closer and closer to actually running).