Cold November Run

Joy here...Sunday came with a cold breeze getting ever cooler.  We knew that if we were going to run, we'd better do it sooner rather than later, because the weather wasn't going to warm up any time soon.  With temperatures hovering around 0 C and a windchill making it feel closer to -8 C we knew that we'd just have to bundle up, suck it up, and make the best of the run.  Add to that the fact that we've just bought our very first house and take possession of it in about a week, and I was away for the last week, and you can just imagine the mounting stress associated with all that needs doing that hasn't yet been done.  Once you've factored in the crappy Saturday run, the crummy weather, and the moving stress, you'll have a pretty clear idea of my emotional state on Sunday morning.  So while I stomped around like a little grouch with steam literally huffing and puffing out of my ears, I forced myself out the door for a run.

And you know what?

It didn't suck.

Really.  It didn't.  Even though I'm still feeling a bit stiff and not quite as lithe as I did a month ago around the half marathon, as we continued on with the run, things started to click into place.  I wore a toque to cover my ears so that I wouldn't have to contend with the headache and ear ache that accompanies a cold November wind, and it did the trick.  By the end of the run, I was smiling and laughing, and we even ran past our new place to reinvigorate ourselves about our impending move and force ourselves to see it as a good and exciting thing rather than a pain in the butt that we will have to suffer through!

Our new house!  (We're on the left-hand side.)

So with a run under our belts and a stack of empty boxes just waiting to be filled, we can look on the last few days of November with excitement and enthusiasm rather than trepidation and stress.  At least I'll try!

Here are my run stats:
Ran for a total of 1:05:01 for a distance of 11.4km with an average pace of 5:42min/km.

Over and out,
Joy

PS - Still waiting with bated breath to hear the details of Nomi's half marathon.  I know her time, but I don't know how it all felt.  There's only so much you can find out through international text messaging when the husbands are doing the texting.