Is Winter Over Yet?

So I'm an idiot. Saturday would have been a good day for a long run. Well an okay day for a long run. 16 miles in fact. It was chilly (25 degrees) but the sun was out. But on Friday night the hubby and I had some wine with dinner and it led to a little more wine after dinner and to me staying up late. Come late Saturday morning I was not hung over but I was not in the mood for running, especially running 16 miles. Instead of I read the rest of Empire Falls and essentially wasted the entire day. Which was great! We took it easy Saturday night went for dinner and to my beloved bookstore so I could get up and run Sunday.

Sunday late morning the first words out of my mouth ' "Oh crap. It's snowing" Welcome March. Anyways, I wake up late because it's cold and really it doesn't matter what time I run as long as the long run gets done. I take my time getting ready. I need my keys, where are my keys, where's my cell phone ??? I won't need my cell...better find it just in case.

Today was the first day in all my long runs that I had to get my ass picked up before I was done running. Not because I was hurt, tired, couldn't do it. Because of the dang weather. It started out fine, a few flurries and wind gusts. It turned nasty. Part of the lakefront path was blocked because it was too dangerous to go any further (a guy was actually in his car blocking the path!) at 5 miles. So I figured I would do 2 out and backs at a certain point. I turned around to head back and I go to take some water...it's frozen, so it the cap of the Gatorade. Then the wind and snow were just too much. I couldn't look up, icicles were forming on my eyelashes, I couldn't see. I started walking backwards then realized, this was not happening. I called the husband who had kindly waited for me foreseeing this would happen to come pick my sad butt up at 6 1/2 miles.

this is part of the path just before my husband picked me up. Looks innocent enough...

I accidentally erased the picture of me with both eyebrows covered in ice...I know that I couldn't feel my chin at this point.

Once I arrived home I changed and went to the gym to finish up the last 9 miles on the treadmill. ugh. Instead of 16 I did 15 because I was just mentally fried. So it took longer than I expected and there was a break in between but I was able to finish most of the long run.

I really should have done the run on Saturday...