And, in that spirit, I wait until the coldest months of the year to run races. All summer long, I see nut jobs trotting down the road in 100 degree heat. Why? There are treadmills in air conditioned gyms where you can watch tv and drink ice water as your feet while away the miles. Others beat the heat by lacing up at the butt crack of dawn. Ugh! Why do you people hate sleep? Save the outdoor running for when the air conditioner outside is going full speed. Sleep in, then strap on the tennies when you're fully rested and go enjoy the crisp fall air.
That's what I'm talking about. I'm running six races this year, from one coast to the other. Yes, some of them will involve rain, snow, sleet and freezing temps. My toes wil go numb and my chill bumps will have chill bumps. But when you start moving and the blood starts pumping, the cold is refreshing. The energy shot and pickles I have for breakfast will power me through the miles and across the finish line. And the sense of accomplishment when they put that medal around your neck is unlike anything else. So happy Thanksgiving everyone. Eat, drink and be merry. And afterwards, while most folks are loosening their belts, I'll be running that turkey, dressing and pie right back off of my hips. I know I'm nuts. But I'm not as bad as I could be.