It’s 8 degrees outside and we’re ready to go run.
We wear four shirts, gloves, mittens, hats, and our warmest socks and start our Garmins.
We trick ourselves into thinking it’s warm.
And the miles start to pass by.
We trudge up hills that are still snow-covered from a week of spontaneous snow showers.
We carefully place our feet on the downhills to avoid falling.
We check our Garmin to see how far we’ve gone and assume we’re about half way done.
We trick ourselves into thinking that we don’t have that much farther to go.
But the miles continue to pass by.
Six, seven, eight miles done and we sip on icy water and try to defrost our energy chews while still moving forward.
We cautiously cross a frozen stream and try not to get out toes wet.
We question whether we’re lost but trick ourselves into believing we’re going the right way.
And the miles continue to pass by.
We list 20 things that could be worse than running in 8 degree weather.
We become stronger runners from choosing to run on the trails rather than the treadmill.
We acknowledge our bravery for making the choice to run outside.
We have been tricking ourselves into thinking that what we’re doing is ok.
And the miles are almost done.
13 miles later we’re back where we started.
We quickly change into drier and warmer clothes.
We trick ourselves once again into believing its warm out.
The miles are done.
We’re done tricking our brains.
Until next weekend when we’re back for another long run and another adventure.
But for now, this one goes down in the record books.