This past week, I broke my treadmill.
I kid, it just needs some maintenance, but it is out of commission until the repair man comes on February 22nd.
This has changed my running a bit this past week. Meaning: I was forced to get outside.
Normally, I love this. Before I moved, I ran outside as much as I could. It was great. I knew my routes, felt safe and would never pick the treadmill over the road unless the conditions were so bad (think, treadmill marathon) or I was doing speed specific work and I had to stay inside.
Since I moved, I was in my off season, then the darkness and unfamiliar neighborhood made it a better choice to run on the treadmill. I’m not ashamed for this, it is what it is.
Well, the treadmill now needs maintenance and so outside I go. I have run to work a few times, so I sort of know where things are. However doing anything longer than a few miles has not happened.
Today, I ran over 10 miles before and after work (combined) and it was both beautiful and humbling. I am not looking at pace, as running in a snow storm and on new terrain is obviously something that will influence it. I am just happy to be out there.
It is cold. I am unfamiliar with where I am. There are a lot of cars. It’s scary.
Truer words were never spoken. Sometimes it’s hard for me to not think about running all the time. Today however, I was present and enjoyed work. I finished, took my time getting ready to go and just started running. It was cold, windy and snowing. I loved it all.