Runstreak Day #405 - I hate running in the wind!!!

In the past 405 days there is one type of weather which I have failed to embrace.  I still hate it just as much as the first day of my running streak.

My name is Sarah.  And I HATE running in the wind.

I don't just dislike it.  I don't just 'not favour it that much'.  I loathe and despise running in windy weather.  Let's examine the evidence...

1.  You have to put a bit of vaseline on your lips to stop the wind from drying them out completely...
2.  ... and then bits of your hair get randomly blown on to your face and stick to the vaseline.  Which is gross.
3.  If the wind is behind you, you feel like you're about to be pushed over...
4.  ... and if the wind is in front of you, you feel like you're running slowly and painfully on the spot...
5.  ... until you start running up a hill, and then you feel certain you're actually running backwards
6.  All the while trying to get bits of hair out of your mouth and eyes.
7.  There are sticks and twigs which have been blown down all over the place and which are intent on booby-trapping the pavements
8.  It's f*cking horrible to run in.
9.  F*CKING SH*TTY FRIGGETTY BOLL*XINGLY CRAPOLA COCKWOMBLING HEAD MANGLING WIND.
10.  I hate it.  A lot.

Which means that when I noticed on my watch that I'd done just over 5k, I was perfectly within my rights to stop dead and refuse to run another step.  So I did.  And then stomped my way home looking like a mad pouty teenage scarecrow.  In lycra.

Oh, and the Friday night horn-beepers in stupid souped-up hatchbacks... you can also do one.  Sitting in your warm cars, being prats while I'm attempting to be epic by running in ridiculous weather.  Pffft to you all!!!

*pouts and stomps about a bit more*

PS  I HATE RUNNING IN WINDY WEATHER.
PPS  Subtle tonight, wasn't I?  :D

Runstreak Day #260 - I hate headwinds!!!

Had a really good run in loads of ways today. It was a Sweatshop Running Community long Sunday run which is normally just dandy.  I've now managed to get myself past the point where I'm excruciatingly nervous about it and instead am okay with just showing up and giving it a go.  Which is kinda miraculous considering how nervous I was of group runs at first.

Anyway, it was good. Met another Notts Women Runners / RMR runner and ran with her (and her gorgeous dog!) the whole way... we managed a decent pace and still chatted almost the whole way. In fact, the first three miles just whizzed by.  Chat, chat, run, chat.  Mile four disappeared nicely.  More chatting.  A stop for me to sort my shoe laces. One for a dog poop incident.  And it was all fine.  Until we rounded the bend at the top of Holme Pierrepont's rowing lake. 

And then the headwind hit.  At first, a refreshing novelty.  Then, a nuisance.  And still the wind seemed to pick up until it felt like we were barely moving.  I managed to stop to yell 'for goodness sake, give us a break!' At the wind (because that always works!)... and we carried on running into an endless wind tunnel of ick.  Like wading through invisible treacle! It was too windy even to have a conversation the bloody wind was so damn strong!  After a couple of miles of relentless buffeting, we escaped the wind and the blissful silence of not having our faces blown off was lovely.  Until we rounded a bend and got smacked in the face by icy gusts.  Again!!

Fortunately, the last couple of miles weren't so bad and altogether I managed just over 9... but blimey, running into a headwind for several miles is a form of pure evil.

On my list of weather I hate? Wind is taking its rightful place along with hail!  Urgh!!

Tea... earned!

Geeky stats stuff

Distance:	9.19 mi
Time:	1:19:07
Avg Pace:	8:36 min/mi
Elevation Gain:	66 ft