Dec. 13, 2007 - 45 min run/walk - 52 degrees and clear
(Dec. 12, 2007 - 28 min. run/walk, 2.5 hour contact improv class) - 36 degrees and snow/sleet/rain wit acumulation
About to run myself out in the snow. Another new experience - and a skill set I'll need to master, if I'm going to do marathon training in the winter time. Wish me luck.

As for yesterday's run - a blessed 52 degrees of bliss. Running felt better, and my speed picked up, though I'm going to have to learn how to determine and control my pace. Did all hills and upward inclines running, and reserved my walk breaks for flats. Used the small paths in the park, since mileage is not a factor yet.

Went to the chiropractor after. Definitely felt the accident hip, which she tended to. She also popped my ankle, providing a sense of freedom in that joint that I had begun to think impossible. Then I pigged out at Vanessa's Dumplings and went to a Contact Improv class with my friends, Susanna and Doug. Then got some salads, sandwiches, tea at this place called Corner Cafe. Came home, took 4 advil and a melatonin, watched Blades of Glory while I iced my ankle and went to sleep.

Better get to running. The snow is coming harder and harder, and it's only piling up the more I wait.

Did it. Quick notes - the tracks in the acumulating sleet/snow told me that others had already been out in this mess. It made me feel good - like I was joining an elite group of people who wouldn't be discouraged the caprices of weather. I enjoyed the slight crunch of slush under my feet. Felt the cushioning. Was able to take my mind of of the road, off of my timer, and take in the beauty of the park. I stayed on the main track, and really enjjoyed how much easier it was to run, and how much longer I could go. I realized that things that seem difficult ar often just a little bit out of our comfort zones. All in all, an enjoyable training session.

For the first 30 minutes.

Having somehow grossly miscalculated the halfway point, I unconsciously reset my time to 45 minutes instead of 30 minutes. As the minutes ticked past the half hour mark, I started to have a problem. The wet rainy part of the equation was starting to eclipse the downy snowy part. My clothes were getting wet and absorbing water to my skin in the way that cottony things do. I had been so proud of myself for not running out and buying all those running costumes, but sister-love's gonna have to get herself over to Jack Rabbit Sports and get some gear. By the end of the session, as my clothes were soaking through, the precipitation turned more resolutely to sleet and started stinging my face. I returned to my mantra - "HOME(puff) HOME(puff) HOME(puff) HOME(puff) HOME" to get myself to my front door. Socks wet, shoes wet, hair wet, clothes wet. knee feels good, ankle feels good. gonna ice the ankle anyway.

Hot chocolate for breakfast, but first a recovery smoothie, and tallying what I've learned.