That Time I Ran Central Park When it Was 23 Degrees Outside
This morning when the alarm went off (Atlas being the ‘alarm’) at 6:15 I surprised myself. I decided to get out and go for a run through Central Park rather than going back to sleep after feeding Atlas.
As I was feeding Atlas I had this mental conversation with myself:
“I’ll feel better after I run.”
“No, I’ll feel better after I sleep for 3 more hours.”
“If I don’t run now, I won’t get to run at all today and I really want to run today.”
“If I don’t sleep now, I may not get to crawl back into this perfectly warm bed until midnight tonight. That’s so far away. I really love this bed.”
“The weather app says it is 23 degrees. What does 23 degrees even feel like? I bet that will make for a nice run because my legs will go numb. But I bet that wind hurts my face. Such a pickle.”
“Did I order cookies last night? I did, didn’t I. Oh man, and I ordered that brownie too. Topped with cookie dough. Gosh, that thing was awesome. Did I eat all that? I think I did. Dangit.”
“Yep, time to get in my running clothes. Better bundle up.”
After layering up real good, I headed out the door before I could change my mind and I’m so glad I decided to brave the cold! The cold air woke me right up and while it was painful at first to this Florida gal, I felt good once I got into a groove. It was such a special way to start the day because it was my first run through Central Park. It was almost euphoric to run in such an iconic area. I hope it is the first of many great runs through that incredible park!
I finished just under 4 miles before heading home to walk the dogs while Dave and Atlas continued to sleep.
I can’t wait until I’m able to run the entire park loop. It is 6 miles, but I didn’t have the time this morning because Dave had to get to work, which meant I had to be home with our little man. And if I’m being honest, I wasn’t feeling 6 miles today. I’m still easing back into running post pregnancy.
After walking the dogs, I came home to kiss Dave goodbye and quickly change into warm pj pants, a long robe and super cool socks to get warm.
What’s the coolest place you’ve ever run?
What motivates you to get out of bed and run in the mornings?
Obviously for me, it is brownies slathered in cookie dough. Speaking of which, I better get to that…make sure I’m motivated tomorrow morning. 😉