So snowmageddon, Nemo, snowpocalypse, or whatever you feel like dubbing the storm that hit the northeast this past Friday has come and gone. Thank goodness for that. I’ve lived through 30+ Toronto winters and I still never get used to or appreciate the white stuff that falls down. But luckily today was pretty mild, I’d say about 3 degrees Celsius? Quite nice. And we’ve already gone through over a third of this month, so we know spring is just around the corner. Even the ground-hog said so! The days of light jackets and ballerina flats are soon to come, and I can’t wait.
In addition to the lighter attire, I’m quite looking forward to fitness events that I signed up for, involving running. I took up running about a year and a half ago. Surely, I ran on the treadmill at the gym before that, but that activity does not hold a candle to actually running in the great outdoors. There’s so much more to take in – the fresh air, the urban scenery, tangible distance – you just can’t get those things from a conveyor belt.
So my first activity will be the Yonge Street 10K (more information about it here). This will be my second 10K event, my first one having taken place last spring. I’m hoping to beat my paltry time of 1 hr and 12 minutes. The excitement of it all gave me annoying butterflies in my stomach, really slowing me down. But I did it, and I finished, and I felt pretty special after it. Want to see?
Now that I’ve got one of these runs under my belt, I’m expecting pretty stellar results this time around. I’ll keep you posted.
My next running event leaves me feeling daunted. I will be attempting my first half-marathon. Every time I think about it, I question myself. 21 kilometres? Can I really hack that? I honestly have no idea. I was supposed to do a half-marathon last October, but the idea of running the equivalent distance from downtown Toronto to Scarborough overwhelmed me so. I went out to brunch the morning of that marathon and intersected the pathway of the runners a few times. I saw those sweaty, fatigued-looking people and wished I was one of them! At that point, I told myself I’d be participating in the next half-marathon that came up, come hell or high water. And I will be!