I don't, not really. Not like these wax figures at the Museum of the Inquisition in Lima.
But still, I feel like I'm being tortured right now. I haven't run this entire Christmas holiday.
Just maybe a week or so ago, I got an email from a friend asking if I knew anything about stabilicers. Ha ha ha! I said. I've never been in a position where I couldn't run because of snow or ice!
Serves you right, Tracy. Idiot.
Promptly thereafter, I left for my Christmas holiday with my family in Chicago. Wouldn't you know, I didn't even bring any indoor running clothes - that's how confident I was that I would be running outside every day while I was home. I mean, I love cold weather running! It's Chicago! In December! What could possibly go wrong? And then, this whole weekend, a combination of snow, ice, sickness, and family parties have conspired to keep me indoors.
I did run. Once this weekend. I ran on the treadmill. It was miserable. I hated every second of it. I emailed a friend afterwards and said, "Given the choice of running on a treadmill or not running, I should skip the run - every time." It was that bad.
And then, to add insult to injury, Snowmageddon 2010 hit the east coast and I got trapped in Chicago. I'm still here right now, losing faith that my plane will be taking off as scheduled. I should have been back in New York a full day ago. And counting....