Greetings from Minnesota! It’s the first nice day we’ve had recently, and the 50 degree temperatures feel downright balmy.
On Sunday, the weather felt like my arch nemesis. I sure hope it’s character building to care for cows, work outside, and go running in extreme wind!
Sunday morning the weather was anything but pleasant. It had been rainy and windy on Saturday, and numerous farm tasks kept me busy enough that I knew running would have to wait until Sunday. I figured one extra rest day was probably good for my knee, and the weather was bound to be a little better on Sunday, right??
Not so much. After dealing with chilly weather for Sunday morning chores, I put on long pants, 3 top layers, and gloves, plus covered my ears. I clipped the leash onto a very excited little dog, and I prepared for my first longer run in almost 2 weeks.
I just told myself that my 20-miler had been a windy day, and I had hardly noticed it. Surely I could get “in the zone”, and all would be fine. And it was. Up until I turned around.
See… I though the wind was blowing straight from the west. So my strategy was to run about .5 miles west and then made a turn onto a north/south road. I would avoid most of the direct wind, and then I’d have a nice tailwind for the last .5 miles coming home.
I thought I was doing great as I ran south, but when I turned back to head north, I had a rude awakening. The wind was most definitely blowing hard from the northwest. It was also somewhere around 35 degrees.
I had turned around at just over 5 miles because I didn’t want to overexert my dog. He appears to have boundless energy and didn’t even seem winded after 5 miles last week. I figured it was safe to take him 10 miles if I brought water for him and carefully observed him so I could turn back early if he looked tired. Then, I would go back out for a few more miles by myself.
Well, it’s a blessing I turned around after 5 miles because I fought the wind tooth and nail the whole way back. I’m hoping poor Calvin didn’t get quite as much wind because he’s obviously lower to the ground. For my part, I felt like I was moving backwards at times. This 10 miles was harder than my 18-miler and my 20-miler.
Even though it wasn’t an actual long run, it was still 10 miles and my longest since my knee starting acting up. Plus, I think all that wind resistance has got to count for something!
I am also happy to report that Calvin the amazing has suffered no ill effects from the windy run, and he’s still a happy bundle of energy.
As for me, I am definitely worried about not doing the 15+ miles I had wanted. Now I should be in taper mode, and I didn’t have a strong last long run. 😦 But, the bright side is my knee is feeling okay. It’s still a little sore, but not any worse. I think I can probably continue on with running and not be quite as worried that my knee is going to blow up.
Now I just need to decide if can run 13-15 next weekend, or if I’m better off sticking with the 12 miles on my original plan. Thoughts??
Just so I don’t sound like a total whiner, let’s end this post with a nice, happy picture. This gal spent her day inside, and I have a feeling she was glad for it!
Did you have wild weather this past weekend too?
Any thoughts on how far my long run should be next weekend?