Decided to do some fast running today. Warmed up for about a mile, the did 7X (2 min hard, 1 min easy). Then I just jogged for awhile til I got home. So not used to running fast, so this was interesting. Not as bad as I thought it'd be though.
Now, I don't normally run in the morning, let alone get up specially early on a Sunday to go on a run, but ice cream can be quite a convincing motivator. Steel City Road Runners had a Pittsburgh Marathon training run starting and ending at a local ice cream shop near my apartment so I thought, why not? Ice cream is always good, especially after a run! While I was regretting this rash decision on Sunday morning when my alarm yanked me out of a nice, peaceful sleep, the whole experience of morning running didn't turn out to be nearly as awful as I thought it would be. Plus, the ice cream afterwards was amazing, probably the best I've ever had. So I'm not saying that I'm going to be dragging myself out of bed to go running every morning, but it's not the most outlandish possibility every once in a while, especially when there's the promise of ice cream waiting for me afterwards :)
Going running in the snow is not at all as nice and peaceful and romantic as you'd think it would be. It seems like the snowflakes drifting down and the muted noise would make for a pleasant, if slightly cold, experience, but this is not at all the case. I left when it was snowing, mistakenly thinking it would stop soon after I started running, but instead it just kept snowing harder throughout my run. It was basically just a struggle to see, coupled with the constant pain of snowflakes flying into my eyes. The snow was starting to stick to the sidewalks too by the time I finished, which meant that it was getting pretty slippery too. Honestly, it was somewhat a miracle that I made it home unharmed between the slippery toads and my inability to see.