Today was my longest and coldest run so far. The weather report said that with the 15 mph winds, it was 28 degrees outside. Brrrrr. I ran the Kiln Creek loop twice, which I believe is about 10 miles. It was miserable in the cold, but I knew I wouldn't have time to run for that long at any other point this week. So I pushed through and just kept running, even though it felt like my face might freeze and fall off.
While cars passed by me, I noticed that a lot of people were staring. And I mean obviously staring. Like the driver was watching me intently instead of the road. It creeped me out. I'm not sure of the reason for the stares, but I can only assume that either:
A.) They were impressed that I was running on this cold, windy day.
B.) They thought I was an idiot for running on this cold, windy day.
C.) I'm the most awkward runner ever and they couldn't look away.
Let's hope for A or B.
After my run, I got back in my car to head home, where I was greeted by a familiar but rather obnoxious odor. "What is that smell?!" I thought to myself. It took a minute to realize...it was me! And I knew why the smell was familiar. The scent reminded me of when my dad would come home from a long day out in the cold at work, or after shoveling snow, or running in the rain. It was gross, but comforting at the same time. I know. Very weird. But even more weird was my reaction. I started to cry because I realized I missed my dad. I'll tell you, running has turned me into an emotional basket case. I called him immediately to relay the funny story and share a laugh. In all honesty though, I wish he lived close enough that we could go for runs together. Running has always been a big part of his life, and I'm glad that we can share that now.
Ok, enough reminiscing for one post. I seriously need to shower...