There's a blizzard going through Central Illinois at the moment. Big snow, big wind, big cold. My day started pretty normally. I woke up, ate some breakfast, donned the spandex, and got on the bike. After that, shower and off to work. About an hour in it became very clear that we were about to get a big big snow. A few hours later we were sent home. So, I did what any runner would do...I went to the gym to try to get my run in before it closed. Alas, I was too late. The gym was closed as well.
At first I was bummed. I really hate missing workouts. Then my mind wandered to some people I was helping a few days ago, and some of the word on this blog. And then the endurance athlete started bargaining with the sensible part of me. "Well, the snow isn't that deep, and you're just supposed to run 5k easy anyway..." "Besides, you just told all those people to do whatever it takes, and to suck it up buttercup." Yeah, I did say that. And then my mood changed. How many people go running in a blizzard? This is going to be fun! Apparently, my inner athlete had thought I was suddenly getting off too easy. "And oh, BTW, these easy tuesday runs are always form work...so you're running in your vibrams (aka almost barefoot), but hey, that's not totally barefoot, so no whining."
The hardest part was the wind and blowing freezing snow/ice. It really hurt. My eyes stung to the point that I kept them closed as much as I possibly could. It was in the worst of this that I started to wonder "why on earth am I doing this?" It was for me, in my quest to be better than my previous self, sure. But more than that, it was for the people I've met since my escape from obesity. I know the fight. It's every day, it's exhausting, it hurts. It's not even a fight that can be won, but rather it's a fight you take on for the rest of your life. I ran in the middle of a blizzard so that I could say "suck it up buttercup" and not be just another fake with a weight loss book talking about the latest gimmick. It was because, for at least today, I'm fighting and I'm winning.
It continued to snow, and after I had been out there around 20 minutes traffic was having a real difficult time making it down the smaller streets. They certainly had strange looks to share with me however!
After returning home I stood with my face over a sink of steaming hot water, melting the ice covering my eyes, and grinning like a dumb ass. That was a huge challenge, and also possibly the most fun I've ever had running.
So suck it up buttercup, what's your excuse, a blizzard?