I really hate the cold weather and we/I have been so fortunate thus far. It hasn't been too bad - at least not for running. Biking is another story - but until this week, I've managed to get one ride outside every week.
Today, though, it is supposed to snow. It probably won't stick and by the weekend, the highs will be in the 40s and I've adapted to that. Forties works for me. I will even reluctantly go out to run if it's above 35. Anything less than that and I need someone to make me get out there.
Last Monday evening, I ran on the treadmill. First time this season - I hated it. I could only muster staying on for 40 minutes and I had to take a break around the 25 minute mark to go to the bathroom.
Today I plan to hit the treadmill once again. I know in my mind that each time it will get a little easier - but I'm really spoiled about being outside. The inside bikes or trainers are untenable. But, I can't be outside on a bike if it's under 50 (really under 60, if you want the truth).
Yesterday, I think I dodged the flu bullet. Tuesday evening I went to bed and my stomach was making these terrible gurggling noises. Then the nausea set in and the burny hot feeling. I thought for sure it was the flu since one of my co-workers just came back from a bout. I laid there thinking that I was going to miss all my weekend activities - a great trail run, a party and a good swimming session. The only possible good that could come from a bout with the stomach flu is the loss of weight - and I don't want to pay that price. I laid there for hours feeling sorry for myself and getting myself ready for the ensuing vomiting and diarrhea party - but, it never came! I didn't feel good when I woke up, but I felt OK enough to go to a spinning class. If a spinning class doesn't make you puke - nothing will. So, with fingers crossed, I'm hoping I missed that fun time.
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