So I got home tonight and got my running gear on quickly before settling down to procrastinate and worry about whether I should go for a run. Freezing temps and impending snowfalls were the ammunition that the shoulder demon was using to taunt me along with a great trepidation I had been building over running 8k. I got to the point of saying I will put it off until tomorrow, and was preparing to settle in for the night but thankfully I knew I would feel terrible taking my kit back off with no run in the bank so off I trudged into the night and had a fantastic run.
It was cold sure, but that just meant I could wear my hat and gloves without getting too hot. The snow held off till the end and then was just a few spots, the evening was beautifully clear and the lakes I run by looked amazing. A pair of eyes did spook me a bit near the halfway mark, they were glaring out at me from the bushes and were too high to be a cat, thankfully they turned out to be a very brave muntjac that barely moved as I ran past mere feet away from it.
I managed to hold my pace well and felt I could have gone further and faster but kept it all nicely in check as something to build on next time out.
So a new motto was born. "You won't know until you go" and so very true it was.