: Alarm sounds, I hit the snooze – Race isn’t until , I’ve got time.
: Alarm sounds, I begrudgingly get out of bed - Wow, it’s cold. What’s the weather like?
: Weather.com says it’s 27° with wind chill of 17°, impending snowstorm expected to hit NYC at – Oh…hmmm…
6:25 AM: I pee, brush my teeth, wash my face – Wait a minute, did it say 27° and 17°…omigosh, that’s insane, what was I thinking? Have I ever run in such cold temps before? How many layers do I go with? Let’s check the log.
: I check the log…coldest training run: 6 miles in 30°, WC 20°; coldest race: 15K in 33°, WC 26° - Who am I kidding? I don’t run, much less race when WC is less than 25° and this is 8° colder.
6:35 AM: I climb back into bed – No one’s going to care if you run this race or not, and if you end up sucking or catching pneumonia, the rest of your marathon training will be in jeopardy. Yeah, let’s go back to sleep and do 5 on the ‘mill later.
7:00 AM: I roll around in bed, not able to fall back asleep – Urrgghh, I can still make it if I get up now and go...but I can’t get breakfast and I can’t race without food…why I can’t I fall asleep?
7:35 AM: I am tired of rolling and get up. – Urrgghhh
8:00 AM: I catch up on blogs and e-mails – Gosh, I can’t believe I missed my race…first time ever…okay second, but first time this year.
8:30 AM: I get dressed and go outside to grab breakfast – Oh, it’s cold, but without the wind, not really THAT cold.
9:30 AM: I see a runner with a race bib jogging home outside my window – Oh, they must be done with the race, I suck. Let’s hit the gym and do our 5 on the ‘mill.
10:30 AM: I check weather.com again. It’s still 27°, but no wind, so no wind chill. Snow expected to start at – Wait, if there’s a snowstorm, how will I ever do my long run tomorrow? I should do it now before the snow gets here. Yeah, it’s cold, but not that cold, and I have an hour and half before snowstorm hits…just in time for a 12 mile run. But I don’t even know how to dress for a run in this mess? Oh, don’t be a pansy and get dressed. You have a half marathon in 2 weeks and
10:45 AM: With three base layers, 2 hats, 2 gloves and my bandana as a face shield for my mouth and nose, I head towards the park – I totally look like a traveling ninja or a bank robber. I wonder if anyone I know will recognize me?
11:: I start my run. Some light snow is starting to fall – Ooh, this is kind of nice…I’ve never run in the snow before.
: I reach my first landmark…1.96 miles in ( pace) – What? How could that be? I thought I was running easy. Hmmm…am I running that fast or is my Garmin wrong? I better slow down. I’m not looking at pace until I’m done with first loop.
11:53 AM: I finish loop 1, 6.06 miles in 42:25 ( pace) – Wow, that is blazing fast…definitely not LSD pace. Is it really getting colder? I’m not so enthused about the snow anymore. My legs are starting to hurt…am I going to survive the second loop?
12:07 PM: At mile 8, I suddenly cannot feel my hands…they’ve gone completely numb...this frightens me – I have 4 miles and about 30 minutes left…will I finish before I get frostbite or should I cut it short?
: I’m at mile 9.5, decision time…cut the run short or go for the whole shebang? I press on – So what if I get frostbite, I need to do 12 or else I can’t do 14 next week and run the half the following weekend. Wow, it’s gotten colder, and my effort has gotten so much harder. Keep grinding, keep pushing.
: I’m finally done with loop 2, 12.15 in ( pace)! I’m exhausted but exhilarated. I run inside NYRR headquarters. My wool hat has tiny icicles on the brow and my bottle of Gatorade has turned to slush. I sit by the heater and it takes me a good 10 minutes before I can feel my hands again – My coldest run ever complete!
…And that’s the story of how I fought back from my D.N.S. to tie up the score. Weather 1, Laminator 1.