It’s been 3 weeks since returning from my lovely between-season’s running break and so far everything is going along boringly. Which is actually excellent in this case because it means things are going as expected, with only the usual ‘starting up again’ stiffnesses and twinges and no major setbacks.
I’ve cautiously moved up from 0 miles to 19 miles, then to 22 miles, and then to 25 miles, and hope to keep gently building during the long, cold winter. I’m staying on top of auxillary work (core, glute/hip exercises, upper/lower body general strength, the horrible rolling of the calves and IT bands…) by forcing myself to just do one or two non-running things per day, and so far it’s paying off.
Christmas lights – the prettiest part of twilight/pitch-black winter runs
The weather has been interesting, with more sunny days than last winter, but also more ice as the snow melts and re-freezes with warm days and cold nights. I’ve been busting out the headlamp most nights except for my weekly treadmill night, during which I sweat profusely while running in place and counting on specially-selected podcast episodes to keep me rolling in place for the necessary 30-40 minutes. The weekends bring the glorious opportunity to run in full sunlight (or at least full, if overcast, daylight) without the need to either rush into work sweaty from an early morning run or rush home to make dinner after a few late evening miles. I’m supposed to be starting strides this week (6-8 strides twice per week) but am finding that a bit challenging with snow and/or ice blanketing every surface and a complete inability to go faster than a quick up-tempo pace on the treadmill without panicking.
So much sweat and anxiety 😐
Cross-training has consisted mainly of circuit sessions or classic skiing, a bit of a change from my heavy indoor bike trainer and skate-ski schedule of last winter. Alas, I no longer live 5 minutes from a groomed skate track, and can’t bring my skis to work (and the nearby skate course) on the shuttle bus (no parking due to construction and a very crowded shuttle), so classic skiing on the unused train tracks behind my apartment is a much more convenient activity. As for the biking, I’ve just been too lazy to switch out my relatively new back tire for the worn-down trainer tire. The upside to less cross-training variety is that it reflects my ability to run more often than last winter – fewer forced cross-training days means less need for so many different cross-training activities! Hurrah!
not at all evident but i am wearing skis here ;P
A few winter-running questions for you all!
Anyone out there actually comfortable doing workout/strides pace on the treadmill?
What are your favorite winter cross-training activities?
Earbuds in, podcast on, Strava started, headlamp pointed bravely into the dark. I yank my gloves on over already frozen hands and shuffle gingerly down the snow-covered hill that leads to my regular route. The snow is blowing so hard that I have to turn my headlamp off in spite of the dark to avoid being blinded by the flashing flakes that are zipping past the beam and into my face. Without the beam I run through the shadowy landscape of windblown snow dunes, guided by the moonlight and the orange glow of the truck chain-up station, alternating between slipping through deeply piled snow and feeling my ice cleats scrape against the sections whisked bare by the constant wind.
My wind blocking tights and jacket are keeping the worst of the cold from reaching my core, but my toes and face ache as I push against the headwind on the ‘out’ part of my route. The windy struggle finally gives way to solitude and quiet as I turn onto the snowshoe trail portion of my route, where the fir trees soften the wind and I stop shivering long enough to appreciate the snow-reflected glow of the half-full moon.
I savor a few minutes of quiet, and then turn around, feeling the wind return, now pushing firmly at my back. My headlight is back on now, with the snowflakes catching only the periphery of the light as they blow around the sides of my head and out into the swirling night in front of me. I see one other runner out in the night, a headlamp and flashing feet bobbing through the dark – I laugh to myself, surprised to see someone else out battling the elements instead of doing the sensible thing and finding a treadmill, or better yet a cozy couch on which to spend the evening.
No, instead we’re out here choking on inhaled snowflakes and trying to avoid catastrophe on the slippery patches of ice and snow. We dream of hard-earned hot cocoa, of the next momentary mid-run respite from the brutal wind, or perhaps of the strength building in our legs that, in several months, may carry us up warm, sun-dappled trails. But no, the thought of summer is too much – with several months of blizzards still to come I must not dream of shorts and sunshine and runs where nothing aches with cold. Instead, I focus on the utter hilarity of my arctic-explorer get-up, the added challenge and forced focus created by the snow and wind, and the treat of allowing myself a stream of music and words to replace the landscape views now hidden in the winter evening darkness. It is time for persevering through the ice and dark, the season for re-discovering the chilly beauty of moonlight on snow.
I shove the summer dreams out of my mind and into the blizzard, leaving them to wait buried in the snow, and carry on towards the promise of a warm kitchen, hot cocoa, and a post-run winter evening rendered happily drowsy by the miles and elements.
It’s cooled off a bit this week (although still wayyyy warmer than in the New Arctic that’s settled in on the midwest and eastern states!) so half tights and a t-shirt were replaced by tights with wool socks and a … Continue reading →
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