I counted back a certain number of weeks from when I wanted to race and set a starting date to train. Fortunately, the temperature climbed to freezing at that same point and I called it a sign of good things to come. It's now our second winter of the year (and it's not quite March yet!); today's the warmest day of the week (17 degrees predicted), but the windchill is -20. Cabin fever is making me verge on psychotic - I have brief moments of thinking about starting things on fire, just for the warmth, just for a change. It is a grim, bleak landscape here in the hinterlands. I saw a long-term forecast and no relief is in sight for a month!
Okay. Enough complaining. Here's the 1986 winter carnival ice palace. My house would be just to the left of the photo.
On Saturday, I managed to run 7 slow miles, without stopping and without coughing, wheezing or limping. All I need to do is run two minutes per mile faster, twice as far and on a regular basis and I'll be back. Piece of cake, right?
Aid Station: Eugene Curnow
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