I mean I did. I’m not frozen somewhere, but my running didn’t. I did good for a long time. I ran in circles at the Pettit. I ran on the treadmill. I wore 28 layers and ran outside. And then I just couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t handle more cold runs. I had a little mental breakdown over the weather. I hate that it got to me. I hate that I have basically thrown my spring goal out the window, but that’s life. I don’t hate running. I’m not giving up.
I’m still running a half this weekend and another one in a month. I’m not worried about the distance. I just have no idea how long it’s going to take me to run 13.1 miles. I can guess, but who knows what my legs are going to say once I get out there. I keep adding to my Races for the year so clearly need to do something.
Instead of running I have been enjoying the best sporting event of the year, March Madness. This year has been special, really special. My Badgers are in the Final Four and as I told my brother, I’m a giddy idiot about it.
I have no desire to count up my miles for March because I know it’s a depressing number, but I just don’t care. I had an awesome month that started in Italy with my brother and ended with my team making the Final Four, and lots of crazy/fun adventures in between.