It’s been going on for a while now. I keep hoping that, each time I open my weather app in the morning, I’ll see warmer temperatures on the screen of my iphone. So far, the prognosis has been doom and gloom, but fortunately, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. By Friday, there should FINALLY be some run-able air.
The last two weeks have been tough though. I’ve squeezed morning runs in here and there when the temperature spikes to above 25. But sadly, here on the east coast, those mornings have been far and few.
That’s not to say I’ve been miserable, per say.
There was, of course, Miami — which I didn’t cover off on mainly because, due to late nights on the town and long days in the sun, I didn’t run. I did manage to work out on the first morning after my arrival at the gym beneath my hotel. Mainly, I stayed on the elliptical and people-watched. I also did a lot of this.
Immediately upon coming home, I was met with Mother Nature’s icy wrath. Snowy, freezing, definitely polar vortex-y. Miami temperatures didn’t get all that hot while I was there, but boy did coming home make me miss that warm(er) tropical air.
Red sky in the morning, sailor’s… cue to take out the yoga mat.
While the majority of my workouts as of late have taken place under a roof, in front of The Today Show, and with a steaming cup of coffee in hand, I’ve at least been making sure to break a sweat. That’s all that matters, right? The wedding day is coming up FAST, and although I had definitely hoped to run my butt off beforehand, Jillian Michaels is at least helping to keep me in somewhat good shape.
Sometimes though, I just lay and pant. The way I see it, pretty pink wedding shoes don’t require a flat tummy anyway.
When I have gotten the chance to run, they’ve been as perfect and welcome as always. I’ve even been faster than ever too, since all these days off my feet have left my body ready to book it just as soon as I step out the door.
On Monday, I met my cousin for a 5-6 mile run (remember; I don’t usually track my milage) around the lower loop of Central Park, ending further uptown than I typically would and taking the long route home. It felt absolutely wonderful to be breathing in the cold air, though dare I say — 38 degrees felt a bit surprisingly warm.
In the meantime, I’ve been discovering some pretty great songs that I’m stoked to add to my morning playlist. Among them:
Until then, they’ll just have to wait. Hopefully not for too long.
Has the weather affected your winter workouts this year?