The past month has been full of diaper changes and... burping and very little in the way of training... this boils down to about 2 runs a week and just cracking into double digits for mileage estimates. Ouch. What I have gained in appreciated quality family time, I am sure to have lost exponentially in fitness (and the mental game is a fading memory).
So the down sides are obvious and the positives are immeasurable and gushy... but this is a running blog, so let's focus on that.
I found my mood plummeting over the last week, ever since the hard effort in the FYTO V5k, which had been my last run until yesterday. The combination of 3 more feet of snow (about 5 feet already this winter), fatigue and general laziness and wont of warm comfort... has kept my running gear stowed in its upright and locked position and my mood degrading by the minute. On Wednesday and Thursday I was finally tasked by my wife to get out and go for a run... I guess this is one way to get out of diaper changes??
"But I don't wanna"
|What could be chasing this man?|
But- I knew getting out would make things better... logic did not tell me this- rather the memory of a time long forgotten (December) said get out there and see how 5 minutes feels, just go that far.
So I did. I got geared up, face warmer and all and hooked up the elder husky (Aster) who is normally good for about a mile of all out pain and a return mile of dragging her behind me (reminds me of me in high school). Off we went, cold as berries in the wind and pretty cozy in the wind shade.
The Run (Here is the route)
We reached a mile and Aster looked back at me, and we moved along, a little further. Another mile and we reached the base of a steep 1.5 climb. I stopped and let her rest near some cattle and assessed her condition. Could she make the climb? Yes... I think so. Can she run another 25-30 minutes afterward? Well, let's see!
Certainly no question of overheating, just fatigue and after all... she is a dog. So- we began the climb.
|Aster enjoying the snow|
As we approached the final pitch, a gradual and drawn out section seemingly on top of this particular portion of the Earth- I took in the view of snow covered beauty. Aster took in the smells of dog pee and climbed around on snow banks. She had made it! Then we were blessed with the relaxed coast down the backside of the route. With an extra mile of distance on the return, the grade is more gentle and spread out allowing me to focus on smooth running- at least as smooth as I can within my current state.
During the downhill ride I had the opportunity to think about how good this feels, this running. How the crisp winter air allows clarity of thought (and nostril) and the deep powder in the adjacent woods which is so comforting to take in.
Upon returning home my mood was completely reversed, I felt healthy and happy again and so thankful for the gift of running!