It was a BRUTAL run, certainly the worst weather I have yet run in. Cold, windy, rainy and quite miserable. Did I mention cold and windy? The wind was definitely the worst. I set out with a 9 mile run in mind, but ended up capping it at a little over 5. *I* wasn't particularly cold, but my skin was, and by the time I finished, my arms and hands just weren't working right.
I've still been harboring the idea that I'm not really a REAL runner, just kinda playing at it, and I'm waiting for someone to find that out. After a run like today, maybe I need to rethink that. T actually called me "hard core" when he dropped me off, and reminded me that it wasn't that long ago that I wouldn't even consider going for a walk in such weather.
Perhaps I'll start this year off thinking, yes, I am indeed, a RUNNER.
5.21 miles, 10:55 pace