Yeah so in all the run today was not nearly as bad as I had feared. But I have to admit that the first kilometer was pretty special. Looking back I had to sort of laugh about the running commentary that was going on inside my head until I was able to get settled in. It went something like this... What the *^&% am I doing out here? @@#$% it's @#$!#@% cold out here! Cripes! If I had wanted to run in weather colder than my ex-wife's heart I would have moved to Alaska or Canada instead of Toron... Crap! Is it possible to freeze to death while running? Ok. I'm ok. This isn't so bad. Just remember, the last two k of this route head north and east. Which direction is the wind coming from? Crap! Is that lady going to move over or is she just going to run over me? C'mon lady, you've got the whole road here, don't make me run into a snow drift. Move over. Go on. Move! Crap! You get the idea. Like I said, after a K or two it was actually fairly smooth. I only had 5k planned so it was actually fairly smooth. Looking at either 5k or 10k tomorrow which concerns me a little. I mean, seriously... I know that we are all runners so it seems normal for us to go out in -15 weather for an hour or two and trot down the un-plowed street. But is that really normal? I say forget the More Miles Than Degrees Club. We need something like a More Layers Than Brain Cells Club.

Hahahaha! That's hilarious! Isn't it wild what goes on in our heads when we run? I haven't gone out in this deep freeze yet - I'm too scared I'll freeze my face off. I am thinking of taking an hour and a bit off at lunch and running mid-day, which will be a first for me. -12 in the sun sure feels better than -20 in the dark!