Today I woke up to freezing fog for my morning run. The fog sort of amazes me. It’s so ethereal. Growing up in Nevada, we didn’t get fog. Maybe a little bit, but not thick fog like we get here. Fog so thick you can’t see 10 feet in front of you (which I know is less thick then some other places). It still amazes me. AND is the only weather in which running sort of scares me. Since I run in the dark, the fog adds an extra layer of creepiness to shadows, and you know…low visibility for me and for cars. So…for safety, I ran with my headlamp this morning. But I didn’t use it to see (infact it makes it worse) I hold the lamp in my hand, and when a car comes by I turn it on to blinking, so cars can see me. At least….it makes me feel better.
Here are my run stats:
Pace: 12:16 min/mi
Distance 2.41 miles
Temp outside: 31 degrees
Look at my pace! Quick for me! I was reading Krissie’s running blog the other day and she made mention of her pace being slower for one particular run, and quicker when her husband runs with her. Well…hell will have frozen over the day I get my husband out of bed to run at 5 am, so the only person I have to push me at this point, is me. I thought about that this morning, when I felt like I was “lagging” I tried to push it.
I could feel the difference. It was harder for my lungs and for my legs. But it was great, and I was proud of myself.