I have ran 22.5 mile since Christmas Eve. Only 23 degrees this cold, dark morning. I got a pair of Saucony winter running pants that didn't seem so warm this morning. . .they should be . . .they were expensive.
On Christmas morning I ran to the dam. Actually, I ran to the porta potty by the dam. I took the road the whole way and not the trails. The winding hill is a killer for these legs. I was encouraged by my will.
Still not sure what I am going to do next year. There is a 30 miler in Chicago in April that I am probably too late for now . . .thought I was going to be in South Carolina and not sure I can train for 30 miles in 3 months without getting hurt.
There is an 18 miler in Minnesota in May that sounds cool. There is a half marathon in my hometown at the beginning of June. I have never ran the Bix 7. I have never ran the Steamboat Classic. I am waiting for The North Face to announce their 2012 Road schedule . .should be next week. Also, wouldn't mind the Milwaukee Marathon (Lakefront) in October.
Regardless, I love that I am running. I love that God talks to me when I run. I love that I am not on a stage saying "look at me" . . .I am usually on a dark, country road by myself . .while the rest of the world still sleeps.
