I have a lot of fun memories of winter running. Heading down to the towpath and trudging through the snow. Running down the road last February, passing a woman on skis. But I always seem to block out the one thing that I really hate about winter running. The fact that by the time I'm dressed for the conditions, I feel like this...
It ends up being more of a waddle than anything else.
But then, when I'm frustrated with running, if I'm having a bad day, I always think back a few months. Back then I really didn't know if I would ever run again. It didn't seem like the knee was getting any better. I was starting to resign myself to the life of an aquabiker. But now I have run 22.5 miles this week! I know it pales in comparison to Ironman training weeks. but it is such a huge victory to me.
And.... I'm racing again this weekend.
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