Old man winter crushes...

So, whatever I was thinking last week about being some sort of mental giant was pretty well leveled on Saturday's run...I was as much a diametric opposite of giant and/or mental as imaginable.

After consulting my in-house running guru, I decided to get the 5 mile leg of my 20 out of the way first on one of my standard routes...then do a 15 mile out and back...easy enough. It was 27 degrees with a howling wind when I left, but far warmer than last week so a big fat piece of yummy cake! How wrong I was!

There were moments during my run where I literally felt like I was running slow motion in place up hill (13 min/miles) screaming foul-mouthed obscenities at the top of my lungs while ole' man winter whipped me into submission with wind and bitch slapped me with cold.

At mile 14 or so, Kristina (thankfully or I would have cried) brought me a warmer hat...warmer jacket and peanut butter filled pretzels...but all I wanted was a ride home. Boy, was that a shitty run...Weak. Slow. Soft....Everything I don't want to be.

11's for 20 which does not make me feel very strong only wondering how one week you can feel so strapping and the next so puny???