Here I am modeling for you the extent of my winter gear on my January 10th run. The rest of my outfit was the long-sleeve shirt you see here and a pair of pants. Note that I'm not even wearing my signature ear-warmer! It was close to 50 degrees that day as I ran for 45 minutes through my hometown of Allen Park before going to my mom and dad's for dinner. (Brian was in Vegas for the week for, ahem, work so they kindly had me over the evening.)
Ten days later we finally got a couple of inches of snow and the temps dipped into the teens. I haven't run since. I've seen people out there all bundled up in their vests and hats, wearing their running tights, gingerly running over the ice and snow.
But no one has seen me out there. It's not because I don't have the gear. Oh no - I have running tights, vests, hats, and gloves. I even have specialty shoes that are meant for running in ice and snow! It's just that I'm a wimp when it comes to the cold. I'm sure if I can just get myself out there once I'll realize it's not so bad. And once I get moving I'll definitely warm up. And probably run faster, too (mainly to get it over with and get back where it's warm). It's just that first step out the door that's the hardest.
I could just make myself get out there today. Just go for it. But it's been a weird winter. If I wait another week, it just might be 40 degrees again and then it won't be so bad.