Goldilocks Wasn't a (Happy) Runner

I could be wrong, but if I had to guess, I'd say Goldilocks would not have been a happy runner. Too hot. Too cold. Too wet. Too windy. Too tired. Too long. Too short. Too hilly. A few weekends ago I laced up for an 18-mile run. Two weeks before I had just run the Austin Marathon -- pacing my husband for the first time. I didn't have a race on the horizon, but I was excited to get out the door and get my legs moving -- I shouted the all familiar "Mommy's going running" over my shoulder as I headed out the door -- the cold Austin February air blasted my face. I took one look back to see my four kids, still dressed warmly in their pajamas, playing Star Wars with toy light sabers and makeshift ones made from long cardboard tubes, and I knew they were going to have a fun and loud morning with Chris -- who was already sipping his coffee trying to wake up. As I was waiting for my Garmin to pick up satellite, I looked up at the sky to see some dark clouds threatening rain -- but my weather app promised it would hold out for a few hours. So I headed out. The temperature was about 35, so when it started drizzling on me just a few miles into my long run, I knew it had the potential to be a miserable run. I caught myself as I started thinking: I wish it was just a little bit warmer. I pulled my beanie down over my ears so they wouldn't ache from the cold and I adjusted my gloves -- which weren't waterproof. I started to feel a little sorry for myself as I felt the cold ra...
Source: Healthy Living - The Huffington Post - Category: Consumer Health News Source Type: news