Running in the cold

Today was sunny, so instead of going to the gym I got ready to go outside for my run, thinking "yay!  What a lovely fall day!  I am so glad that I can run outside!  Tra la la la!"

I layered up, grabbed some gloves, and took about three steps into the outside world before my self-congratulatory internal monologue turned into "OH MY GOD.  I shall freeze to death and be a sad blue corpse only steps from my front door because it is so cold I cannot possibly make it back inside.  Why is the wind biting me?  Wind, why so cruel?"

Somehow, I persevered, convincing myself that once I got going, I'd warm up and all would be well.  At the end of the first mile I could no longer feel every gust of wind through all the layers on my torso or the mesh of my shoes.  My hands, gloved, were warm-ish.  Yay.  But the rest of me persisted in sending signals to my brain to continually update the cold situation.  Yep, still cold.  Whoo!  Cold gust there!  And, this particular shady patch of ground, extra cold!  COLD.

I am really not cut out for winter running.  I am waaaay too  much of wuss.

In other news, here's the meal plan for this week:

Corn and Bean Soup in the crockpot
Butternut Squash Risotto with Radicchio
Chicken and Barley Country Soup
Turkey Meatloaf and Roasted Potatoes
Irish Mac and Cheese, Roasted Broccoli and Cauliflower


I am having guests over on Wednesday (I think) and one is a vegetarian, so I'll make the Irish Mac and Cheese for that.  (It is Irish because you add beer, and also perhaps bacon if you like that sort of thing)