Julie Says:
Week three was better, although it was a cutback. I felt that the runs were decent enough and the weather held up considering its February in Chicago. I tried desperately to find some Mojo in week four and I’m proud and ashamed to share that the best I felt was when I passed a guy on my mid-week long run, He looked about my age and was huffing down the street near my block. I chugged passed him at a decent enough pace, but I was by no means flying. I gloated to myself, and then felt bad. I should not belittle anyone’s running.
The long run at the end of the week perfectly spanned winter and spring. On the front half, I felt that I dressed too warm and though about ditching my jacket. . . until I passed the flagpoles south of Belmont Harbor. Those flags were straight and stressed in the wind and I realized then why the run felt easier than it should. When I turned around at 5.5 miles, the weather seemes to drop 15 degrees and I braced myself against a formidable wind all the way back home.
I foolishly wore a headband instead of a hat and could not shake a chill for the rest of the afternoon. Fortunately, I got over it. Lesson learned about a cold wind and beating sun. That sounds like the makings of a country song. . .
