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Cold Run & Errands Deserve Relaxing Evening

Cold but Good Run
This morning we woke up to gorgeous sunny skies. But cold cold temps. It just seems way too early for it to be so cold here. Last night it dropped down into the 20's, so that meant no early morning fun for this girl. I tried to wait around as long as possible for it to warm up.

Finally, I realized that it just wasn't going to truly warm up. So, Jason and I sucked it up and headed out around 10:45 with the windchill in the low 30's. I pulled out the trusty long running tights, long-sleeved top, vest, headband (to cover ears) and gloves.

It was so cold getting started. And of course there was a cold breeze blowing off the river. I just kept reminding myself that I would indeed warm up (fingers crossed). Around .5 into the run, I finally started to loosen up and my hands didn't feel so frozen. By mile 2, we were farther away from the river and actually starting to feel pretty warm. Jason took his gloves off at this point.

It ended up being a really great run. I know part of it was actually having a running partner for the entire run for a change. It's been so long since we've run more than 2 miles together. Time really just flew by for me since I had someone to chat with other than myself. I'm sure Jason would have preferred I shut my trap a bit more though LOL. Even better, my scitaica didn't bother me either until the last mile. So that made the run feel even better. And the sunshine certainly didn't hurt matters.

Jason stopped at 7.25 miles and I kept going just a bit farther. I ended up hitting 7.81. It still feels strange not hitting the double-digits on my Saturday runs lately. I know I need this though. I know that it will benefit me in the long run. But at the same time, I have this crazy notion that if I don't keep up the double-digit runs and the 20+ miles a week, then I'm screwing myself over for the next half. I know, not rational at all.

Do any of you ever struggle with things like this? On one hand feeling like you have to run a certain distance or speed vs. knowing you should scale back? The same goes for weight lifting or any workouts really. How do you overcome this?

Errands & Relaxing
After the run, I did my standard stretch and rolling on the Triggerpoint Kit. Then we both got cleaned up and headed out for a late lunch and trip to Target. Nothing terribly exciting. We really had more errands, but traffic is a major PITA right now. We passed by the mall and the parking lot and deck were completely filled with people driving in circles. Um. No thank you. I can't stand that frenzy, Target was bad enough.

I will admit that I am already in PJs, and I don't mean comfy yoga pants and warm sweatshirt. Nope, full on PJ set with matching robe. I have a million things I should be doing around the house. But, I'm doing myself a big favor and not worrying about any of it today. It'll all me there waiting on me tomorrow right?

Do you ever just take a complete break from chores and such to just enjoy and relax? I call that balance. I mean, I did run and fight my way through Target. That absolutely earns me a free evening pass ;-)

Daily To-Enjoy List:
  • Run
  • Sunshine
  • Relaxing

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