Back to 5am run. Woke up to the white darkness, warmed up (very properly) at home, and full of optimism off I went.
But the first 8 minutes run was damn hard. My nose turn into a tap, my feet were trying to adapt to snow (sometimes quite deep), I couldn't pace myself, I couldn't breathe. I pop in 10 or 15 seconds break to blow my nose properly and catch my breath a little. I was fighting the urge to give up and go home. Wind straight to my face wasn't helping my inner conversation. I pushed through the end of the 8th minute with only one mantra in my head 'BREATHE!'.
5 minutes walk allowed me to regenerate and relax, look around, and find my inner strength, calmness, and power. In the end, I am a bada$$ who I would admire if I saw myself running in this weather at this hour.
OK, time for the next 8 minutes. And oh my god! Running gods came back Nice and relaxed was easier to run through all those unexpected deep snow puddles that woke up my inner child. Fairytale landscape revealed. No, it wasn't easy, I was breaking some serious sweat in all my countless layers, warmer gloves, double headband. I felt like Joe from Friends. But it was marvelous
Happy running to all my hardcore running family! We are the best! We are unstoppable! Enjoy the snow, it's better then hail (or even rain if you ask me)