Wednesday I hit the treadmill in the gym for a GA run. I got caught up on Runner's World reading and spent a lot of time staring at this photo pretending I was running somewhere snow-covered but not -40 below zero. I also learned that our apartment gym isn't a trillion degrees if you go early in the morning.
Just kidding on the apartment gym heat detail. Turns out yesterday someone just left the fan on to move around the sweltering heat. It was its usually 80 degrees in there. (I think the heating is shared with the pool area, so I guess I'll just plan on FINALLY becoming acclimated to the heat....) I knocked out 3 mile repeats and didn't die, so I consider that a win.
I attempted my long run on Saturday because the temps said 20 degrees. Unfortunately the wind chill was 4, and with 25 mph winds in those sorts of temps it feels WAY colder on your face. I couldn't find my balaclava, so I ended up doing my 3 mile recovery run and pushing my LR to Sunday. Good news: balaclava found. Also this recovery pace was faster than my GA pace earlier in the week further proving that 4 degrees is much easier for me to perform than 80 degrees is. Neat.
24 miles ran for the week. Whoop.