Yesterday marked the day of the "Frozen Pilgrim 10k". It's an annual race here in Plymouth in the dead of winter aimed at getting everyone out and active and into the brisk cold air for a run. Sounds lovely, doesn't it?
Well, I wimped out.
As much as I endorse being outside for fresh air and exercise, I do have my limits. Yesterday the weather was over the limit.
Yesterday we got 6 inches of snow with wind gusts up to 50 mph and a wind-chill factor of (-7). I did go outside. I shoveled out my car. And then I went back inside. There was no way I was going to try to run in that.
However, at least 50 brave souls showed up at the start line and bravely ran 6 miles through blizzard conditions for the honor of calling themselves "Winter Warriors". I saw the video on the race website.
It did inspire me enough to go to the gym and run 6 miles on the treadmill.
Treadmills are boring.
But running in a blizzard is nuts.
Or I'm just a wimp.