Last week, I posted on how I enjoy the feeling of being sore and called it sadistic soreness. This does not translate to the feeling of being cold.
I hate being cold, so it’s always iffy when you sign up for a 5k in December. But The Turkey Trot was cancelled this year because of snow, so I was itching to run one.
This day in December was cold and icy, and to be blunt, utterly miserable.
My 5k time was ok. I had to slow way down on all of the icy spots and try to make up time where it wasn’t icy (which was few and far between). I ended up second in my age group, 15th overall. This was pretty good.
I wish I could say “never again,” but I’ll probably sign up to shiver my ass off next year.
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