Ugh. I am tired of this cold already!
I'm not a cold weather whiner. I grew up in the midwest, where winter was freezing, period. You left the house, your hair immediately froze (if it was wet). Your tears froze if you cried (which you did, from the biting cold). We paid attention to the frost bite index in the weather and avoided being exposed for longer than that.
But this winter I'm struggling with it. I even like cold weather running! (I really like running in the rain, but that's for another blog.) I warm up fairly quickly and I much prefer the cold over heat, hands down. But everything this winter has me down. The days are so short, the weather's so cold, and I just don't want to wake up, bundle up, and get out the door. Of course, when I do, I have mostly great runs.
Part of the problem, ironically, is that I have too much motivation. I'm perfectly fine maintaining right now: a few shorter runs each week, supplemented with some spinning and some cardio at the gym, and I'm holding on to a lot of my fitness. But I don't want to maintain; I want to excel! I have these crazy, lofty race goals for this year that are completely attainable (barring injury). Every cold day that I either don't go out or truncate my workout is one day farther from my goals.
*Evidently it will warm up later this week, according to the weather reports.
On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"