I’m gently embracing my slow reintroduction to running so as not to smother this renewed relationship and once again have running leave me.
I was so excited to run last Sunday that I bolted out the door without even checking the temperature. I knew it was cold as our windows had frost on the inside which means it’s colder than -25C (-13F) outside so I did dress appropriately. I was also only going to attempt a short distance so it couldn’t be that bad. Within 15 minutes my eyelashes looked like this. I think it was closer to -30C.
I did a very slow walk/jog (3×2 minutes) for a total of 30 minutes (4km-ish). It felt so lame to run such a short distance, but Kobi was stoked to go for a “walk” longer than 2km.
Tuesday I decided I needed to run again and it was a balmy -3C out. I was aiming for a 1×4 walk/jog, but after the first set, I said screw it and just ran. I ran a slow 4+km without stopping or walking. During the entire run I was completely fixated on what might start hurting. Fortunately, nothing hurt too much.
Besides obsessing over every little twinge I was feeling, I was scoping out the snowmobile trails so as to fulfill my need to look fierce on skate skis. Early on with my injury, my physiotherapist recommended not skate skiing as it would flex my foot in a bad way. That was a while ago so I went for it Wednesday (plus it was only -9C out). It was amazing! And my foot didn’t hurt.
What was also pretty amazing was that I only had to walk about 300m from my door to the trails where I popped on my skis and headed on my way. How cool is that?
I skied 2km and then figured we’d check out the trails on the other side of the highway. We bolted across the road “sans” skis (I didn’t want to wreck them) and were once again in skiing bliss. We skied and skied and skied and then took this other trail and skied some more and then I took this photo.
Suddenly I thought to myself, “what a pretty sunset. Hmm sunset, it’s going to get dark soon and I have no headlight and I’m nearly in the middle of nowhere.” Everywhere is the middle of nowhere where I live.
We started heading for home, much to Kobi’s disappointment (I swear that dog would run forever). I was really really getting tired by this point and had to be extra careful not to wipe-out as part of my trail was beside the Alaska Highway and I hate falling in public. I managed to stay upright and still felt somewhat fierce regardless of my exhaustion. Kobi was fully stoked (according to her “stoke-o-meter) to have run her little guts out on some new trails. Success.
PS I was very sore Thursday.
PPS I ran again on Friday (7km with a few walk breaks). Foot is holding together.
PPPS It’s -30C with a -40C windchill right now so I doubt I’ll be skate skiing this weekend.