Total extremes
11:16 PM
Saturday:
Beads of water relentlessly fell hitting every square footage of Boston. Yellow and orange signs warned of the emminant rain storm and the possible floods. Looking at this, a large overcast feeling cast a shadow over me. It was one of those days that makes you want to stay inside all day and dream of a nice warm breeze stroking your face. If I walked out at 3pm, the rain would danced around me and encorage me to go back inside. I had a feeling that the day would change. As any patient person knows that waiting for something will always reward you in the end. I waded it out until 6pm and rechecked the weather that previously made me sour. To my bewilderment, the weather had increased 20 degrees and the rain ceased. A staunt 38 with a wind chill down to 33 decided it would leave and replace itself with a moderate 58 degrees. My tune changed immediately after hearing this news.
Outside, it felt like spring. The wind was blowing as usual, but the heat gave each one of my pores a smile of delight as they were able to breath.
My pace was hovering around 5:30min/mile way faster then I ever run 3 miles and a huge leap from my marathon pace of 7:10. It felt that good. I was glad to be alive and running at that point in time.
Sunday:
Boston, as deceitful as it is, decided to go back to the "normal" weather. Breezy.....cold....breezy.....icicles.....pain.....disdain..... The wonderful thing is you forget about the weather when you get into your run. I would like to stress that to anyone who is reading this. I paint such a horrible picture of the weather and how awful it is but once I get going I totally forget it. Come on why would I continue to go out and torture myself day in and day out? It makes me forget about the weather and everything else.
The 10 mile run was much slower today as I had to run into the wind 90% of the time. That seems impossible but the wind doesn't just blow in one direction here, it blows in all directions especially across open areas where there are no buildings. Running to Harvard Square was normal there were a few interesting people that I had to dodge. It seems like people in Harvard Square prefer to walk side by side and disregard me saying excuse me. I love the pedestrians here. No really. They are hilarious.
Running to Porter square and then back down Cambridge street I got to run into more characters. There was a couple that seemed to have an argument that was ferocious and a lab puppy almost ran into me.
My legs after the run are a little sore but as I will not run pretty much all week they will be fully recovered by Sunday.
Beads of water relentlessly fell hitting every square footage of Boston. Yellow and orange signs warned of the emminant rain storm and the possible floods. Looking at this, a large overcast feeling cast a shadow over me. It was one of those days that makes you want to stay inside all day and dream of a nice warm breeze stroking your face. If I walked out at 3pm, the rain would danced around me and encorage me to go back inside. I had a feeling that the day would change. As any patient person knows that waiting for something will always reward you in the end. I waded it out until 6pm and rechecked the weather that previously made me sour. To my bewilderment, the weather had increased 20 degrees and the rain ceased. A staunt 38 with a wind chill down to 33 decided it would leave and replace itself with a moderate 58 degrees. My tune changed immediately after hearing this news.
Outside, it felt like spring. The wind was blowing as usual, but the heat gave each one of my pores a smile of delight as they were able to breath.
My pace was hovering around 5:30min/mile way faster then I ever run 3 miles and a huge leap from my marathon pace of 7:10. It felt that good. I was glad to be alive and running at that point in time.
Sunday:
Boston, as deceitful as it is, decided to go back to the "normal" weather. Breezy.....cold....breezy.....icicles.....pain.....disdain..... The wonderful thing is you forget about the weather when you get into your run. I would like to stress that to anyone who is reading this. I paint such a horrible picture of the weather and how awful it is but once I get going I totally forget it. Come on why would I continue to go out and torture myself day in and day out? It makes me forget about the weather and everything else.
The 10 mile run was much slower today as I had to run into the wind 90% of the time. That seems impossible but the wind doesn't just blow in one direction here, it blows in all directions especially across open areas where there are no buildings. Running to Harvard Square was normal there were a few interesting people that I had to dodge. It seems like people in Harvard Square prefer to walk side by side and disregard me saying excuse me. I love the pedestrians here. No really. They are hilarious.
Running to Porter square and then back down Cambridge street I got to run into more characters. There was a couple that seemed to have an argument that was ferocious and a lab puppy almost ran into me.
My legs after the run are a little sore but as I will not run pretty much all week they will be fully recovered by Sunday.
