Nano Freeze

Apparently Christy made an offering to the running gods this morning after I called her at 4:25 am to tell her I was not running. I really did want to. Really. I even donned Jim's fleece robe, walked all the way to road checking several placed to see how bad the ice was. I hadn't heard the salt truck either. So, I decided I did not want to risk taking out the Page's mailbox (again). Needless to say, I did not fall into bed to a peaceful sleep. Nope. Christy's offering along with a cold walk at 4:25 in the morning had me wide awake. Did I contemplate getting up and running on the treadmill. Yep. Did I? Nope.

Which brings me to the Nano Freeze. Although could have easily convinced myself to skip the run, I decided to persevere and go for a run during Nate's wrestling practice. I tried to console myself with the thought of running to some great tunes my Nano. Something I have not done in quite awhile - as you know. (I am not like my husband who thinks it is perfectly okay to wear your headphones when you are running with someone. He thinks "What did you say?" qualifies as having conversation). Unfortunately, sometime ago the little hands in our house got a hold of my Nano and wiped all the songs off it. I have not put my race playlist back on it. It was a great list - lots of 80's songs. Anyway... since I don't have that playlist I have to forward through some not so inspiring songs. As I was doing so - it happened. Christy's sacrifice came through full force. My nano FROZE. Not at the end of my run either - 4 minutes into it. I thought maybe it was the cold. So I nestled it deeper in my layers hoping some warmth would revive it. No such luck. Apparently what they say in survival shows about skin to skin contact is not true. Christy must have really made a big sacrifice. It was probably her last remaining BudLight left in the house tonight and she probably promised to the running gods that she would not make Bryan run out for more. We all know how Christy cherishes her nightly BudLight!

My foot seems to be holding its own - knock on wood. I have to admit though, that my mental strength after this weekend's long run is waining. I know it is not going to get easier and I know it has just begun. Christy's dark side (half marathon) is beginning to look appealing. I will have to make a note to get her to write a "how-to" book on sacrifices to running gods. It seems to really work.