I ditched my plans to run before work again. It was another very chilly morning here, and my warmest running wear would be equivalent to a “shell” in the colder parts of the US. I decided that I would enjoy my run more if I waited until the temps were back in the high 40s/low 50s to venture outdoors to run.
As I de-iced my van window, I thought of those living in far colder places and wondered what it would be like to always have to deal with below freezing temperatures. If I always had to deal with these sorts of situations, I might be better at it. At a minimum, I my garage would have room to actually park the cars inside of it. But, I am NOT used to the cold. I don’t even own the necessary clothing, or tools (such as something other than a credit card to remove the ice from my window) that are available in other parts of the country.
It is looking more and more like I have become a fair-weather (friend) runner, only running when it is warm and sunny. It didn’t used to be this way. I believe the transformation occurred in my days of inactivity. I feel “less than” the dedicated runner that I used to be. It doesn’t stop with my being selective about the weather conditions either. I am more apathetic about the whole running thing. While I used to have to talk myself *out* of a run in the interest of healing, I now have to talk myself *into* the run. It’s a sad situation that won’t get me to Boston if the lack of commitment continues.