Today I did an ultra. A small 50km one. (Small is relative.) I call it the Obese Donkey, but if you change it to synonyms you can figure out the actual name.
It was bloody cold!
I dressed fairly well for the weather. And the first loop of 25km wasn’t unpleasant. Then the wind picked up. And my gloves weren’t good enough. I should have been wearing mittens. It didn’t help that I was running with slow people. But it wasn’t a race. Well it was, but I was mostly treating it as a training run. Towards the end, I just wanted it over, and I left behind my friends.
Afterwards, I grabbed a lunch from Booster Juice and then went home and wrapped myself up in my electric blanket. That was the best time I’ve ever had with that thing.
Although I need to ice my ankle now. It isn’t feeling great. I’m wondering if I can do that while wrapped in the electric blanket…
But, I’ve also ordered a pizza, so I am going to go pick that up now and hork it down while watching a movie.