On Monday morning I took a peek at the weekly weather forecast to try and plan out my week of training,. I saw temps below zero for Wednesday, the day I was hoping to tackle my long run. I thought to myself, “I wonder how far I’d have to drive south to get to positive temperatures?”
That thought quickly led to why drive south when I can just drive an hour east to run at the Pettit National Ice Center in Milwaukee?
I had 14 miles on my plan. Normally my indoor long run strategy is to run 6 on the treadmill, 3 around the tenth of a mile gym track, and then the rest on the treadmill. The thought of that made me want to throw up. So I choose driving an hour to run.
It was well worth it. Fifty-one laps seemed less daunting than being cooped up in my gym. One lap is 0.28th of a mile. I was surprised at the amount of people there in the middle of a weekday. There was such a variety of people; some power-walkers, some runners doing intervals, woman pushing strollers, and the ice skaters! I was entertained by the speedy ice skaters on the ice rink. There was even the most adorable little girl in the world learning to ice skate in a green tu-tu. She fell, and hopped right back up again. Seeing her determination somehow helped me stay focused on my monotonous circles.
I took a couple of breaks, whined on Twitter, and ended up running 15.4 miles– I mean I drove all the way there, why not make it worth it? I knew I made the right choice when on my way back to Madison the wind was blowing my tiny Hyundai all over the highway. I even lost a wiper-blade. It just blew off of my car.
I hope this is the last fight I have with the Polar Vortex. I enjoyed my little adventure to Milwaukee, but it would be nice if the rest of my long runs from here on out will be in my own zip code.