Another 2 miles, 37F, a little frost two hours later when I was taking out the trash. The moon is still quite beautiful. That's three days in a row now, two miles each time (and a mile return in the afternoon). Legs seem fine, so maybe the deadlift strain was a blessing in disguise, as long as there's no longterm damage. The right knee still clicks a bit sometimes, and there's this weird crinkling feeling in the middle of my quads when I descend stairs. The hammie still feels tight was well. I guess this is why we like veal--old meat gets tough and chewy.
Seriously Dutchie is spot-on. Always bring back-up if you're the least bit doubtful, and avoid snow unless you're Yvonne or Barefoot Rick or a few others that somehow manage to run in moisture below freezing.
And yes wet grass is killer.
I usually enjoy fall, but I think I'm still traumatized by last winter, the fifth worst on record here in the Twin Cities. Now when a cold wind from Valhalla blows, I feel a chill of existential dread run up my spine, knowing Old Man Winter is on his way, and already threatening Winterpeg, and I find myself pining for Florida instead of ancestral Fjords.
But I'll probably be fine with it in another few days . . . adaptation is a wonderful thing.
Wuss.Not reporting too much mileage lately. Still running but doing pre winter slacking type runs of between 2-4 miles. Did just over 2 miles this morning at a air temperature of -6C. While running at this temperature I realized that I would rather be running at these temperatures than walking on wet grass at +6C on a golf course. Now I have a caution for those that are ready to challenge new low temperature PR. Treat this like you did when you started your barefoot running journey, do not fall into the TMTS. Also as people have suggested, carry a backup plan. When I run in temperatures of colder than -5C I am never farther than 5 minutes from home. This way I can bail any where along my route should I feel that my feet are not comfortable. Also remember that 5 minutes seems like a short time to get some place warm, think again. The first time I managed to get frostbite it was -12C and had started to snow when I was about 5 minutes away from home. Now as people have mentioned here melting snow on your feet gets the feet wet, wet feet at those temps mean trouble. I turned for home as soon as the snow started and by the time I got home I found that I had a case of frostbite on my toes. Again, use caution when running barefoot in freezing temps on snow and ice, and proceed slowly in this journey of discovery.
Seriously Dutchie is spot-on. Always bring back-up if you're the least bit doubtful, and avoid snow unless you're Yvonne or Barefoot Rick or a few others that somehow manage to run in moisture below freezing.
And yes wet grass is killer.
I usually enjoy fall, but I think I'm still traumatized by last winter, the fifth worst on record here in the Twin Cities. Now when a cold wind from Valhalla blows, I feel a chill of existential dread run up my spine, knowing Old Man Winter is on his way, and already threatening Winterpeg, and I find myself pining for Florida instead of ancestral Fjords.
But I'll probably be fine with it in another few days . . . adaptation is a wonderful thing.