Did I say it was cold last time ? That’s adorable. Wednesday November 20, 2013 was DEATH COLD.
By DEATH COLD I mean by Vancouver / Lower Mainland standards. Which, this night, meant -3°C or -4°C as suggested by the display board at the Community Center, and on the Weather Channel.
Not cold by Prairies standards, or compared to permanently-dark craters on Mercury’s poles. But when running in thin pants and VFF Bikilas, and having to walk damned 800m five times, yes a bit cold. I ceased to have feet after the first interval. In fact I considered turning back when about a mile from home, as I became acutely aware that I was effectively barefoot on concrete some degree at-or-below the freezing point of life-giving water.
Maybe it’s the urge to advance and progress quicker. Maybe it’s the life-stealing cold. I kept running after Lap 5’s 200m interval and ran the entire 800m until the session ended. The 5:20 min/km pace includes the deceleration and very slow jog in the first two hundred meters of “Lap 6” I was doing before I decided to up the pace and run the rest of it. A warm home is good motivation. Like a garden hose in summer.