As fun as it was to run in the snow last week, it was somewhat satisfying to watch my snowman melt over the following days, signifying when it would be comfortable – and safe – to run outside again! In tandem with the paths becoming clear, it seems as though the evenings have gotten lighter quite quickly, allowing some flexibility with my running schedule.
That said, it’s crazy how slushy the park was early in the week, making for a muddy outing. But, it surprisingly provided some nice scenes, notably a thick fog over the park lakes. Strangely, there were far fewer runners out than there were when it snowed! Is it the sense of adventure, perhaps of new experience, that beckons runners out into fresh powder?
With the threat of a snowstorm this weekend along with multiple virtual meetings, I was prevented from a last-minute half marathon. Having ran them regularly pre-lockdown, I aimed to run at least one per month since then but many an excuse got in the way. That’ll teach me!
Nonetheless, I had a fun run this week: wanting to get a run in before snowfall became worse, I went at fast pace for four miles. Although it was still off my previous marathon pace, it was liberating to tap into my inner speed, having found little use for it due to the lack of races. Then I had the same sensation a day after, at the end of a jog, springing into speed after a leisurely 58 minutes.
You’d think a year without races would have quelled my spirit, but let’s face it; this is who I am! Do you still have the same motivation and reason for running as you did at the start of lockdown, or has it changed?