I spent the winter spinning my wheels on the trainer, and longed for the days when I could finally get my bike outdoors. When it finally warmed up, every ride was against what felt like gale force winds. Once, I was actually blown off balance by a gust of wind. And I spent my rides looking forward to summer when the wind dies down. But once it's summer, I'll gripe about the searing heat and wish for the wind to be back to cool me off.
Running weather is the same. I look forward to the first cold front in the fall when I can finally pull out my running tights. I love running in the fall when the temperatures really cool off. Until we get our first freeze. Then I spend the winter getting used to the cold weather, trying to find the right balance between being overbundled and feeling frozen, and feeling unmotivated to leave my warm house to get out and run. Just as I start getting used to running in the cold, it starts to warm up. And I get so excited to get out for those first training runs in the spring. As the spring temperatures rise I find myself fighting to get acclimated to running in the heat. And then summer hits with a vengeance. And I hate having to get up early to run before the swealtering heat sets in. But I do it, looking forward to the fall and return to cooler temps. And sometimes i just give up and hit the treadmill.
I'm never satisfied with swim conditions either. The pool is indoors and heated in the winter. I never enjoy gettining up at 5:15 am, to get out of my nice, toasty bed to head to the pool. It always feels cold getting in, and hot and soupy by the end. Even in the summer I'm cold for the first 5 minutes in the pool.
Whatever weather mother nature would have brought me this week, I wouldn't have thought it was perfect. Because really, there are very few perfect days. And training in different conditions helps prepare me for race day. Which the weatherman has forecasted to be a perfect day.
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