Arctic AM Exercise

Last Sunday was a beautiful day so I went running in Central Park with my friend Gil. Running and I are usually not friends, probably because I pretty much suck at it... But I was able to keep up and actually had a great time. Based on this success Gil wanted to go more often, maybe in the mornings, so initially I agreed to Tuesday morning at 6am. Then my friend Katie reminded me that it will very much be pitch black and cold and I started having second thoughts. Honestly, my gym is light and warm. So, I canceled on Gil. He didn't take it well, but I stuck to my party line... Dark and cold, and just kept repeating it until he gil-ted me into Friday morning a little bit later, 6:45am. It'll be light by then...

Oh and it was, light-er by then... However it was still cold. 25 degrees of cold. The second I left my apartment, dressed in running pants, a tank, a long sleeve shirt, and a hoodie, bleary eyed from the INSANE Cuse game that ended mere hours earlier, I knew this was all kinds of a bad idea. It was so cold that my eardrums hurt. It was like being in Cuse, wearing a skirt and no coat and going to the bars cold. Except at least then I was going to drink instead of run. Maybe when I started running I'd warm up? The voice in my head kept screaming, this is CRAP, go home... But I hadn't brought my phone, so I figured I'd meet Gil and tell him this was in no way happening. He tried cajoling me. Do I want his gloves?, it’ll be fine once we get going. Why wasn’t I wearing a hat? Because I don’t want to wear a hat!! I don’t want to be out here, I want to go home. Basically, I am almost 29 years old... I need not do things that I don't want to do anymore. And I do not want to run outside when it's 25 degrees out. That seems fair does it not? He definitely thought I was either going to cry or brutally attack him, so he just apologized and I ran, home...