After six weeks of no running, I finally ran this afternoon. It was a brisk 21 degrees Fahrenheit. I ran just under a mile and three quarters. The first mile is always the toughest, especially in cold weather. I regretted not putting on warmer mittens and not using my face mask.
Other than the wind I felt fantastic. I had forgotten how much of a meditation running is for me. It clears my mind. I do not run with music because I had to run in the street. I need to be able to hear. I use the cadence and rhythm of my feet to keep me going. Plus I spent the night before at a rock concert so my ears needed a break.
Winter running is not for the faint of spirit. The cold and wind took my breath away at first. Once I got through the first half mile, I was warmed up. No excuses for not getting out there unless the windchill is dangerously low. Running centers me. I need that in my life to ground me.