I ran 6.5 miles this afternoon, after I filed a news story and was waiting for my editor to edit it. I was supposed to run with a colleague on a nearby trail, but she got a last-minute news story, so couldn't. I had been waiting for her by warming up on the treadmill in the company gym downstairs. Before I knew it, I had logged 2 miles.
Another colleague ran with me instead, but she just wanted to run 2 miles. It was very cold, a typical crisp December late afternoon in the nation's capital. Unfortunately, I was unprepared: I wore a sports bra and shorts, having forgotten to pack anything warmer, while my colleague was in a long-sleeved t-shirt, windbreaker, and tights.
We ran at a medium-slow pace for about a mile. Then, with her okay, I took off fast and ran hard for another quarter-mile, then turned around and caught up with her. What's funny is that she kept saying she was a slow runner, but on my way back, when she looked behind her and saw me coming down the pike, she started hoofing it.
"Go, Girl!" I thought, smiled, and ran up next to her. I felt fairly strong, but couldn't seem to get warm - my fingers were completely numb. So after we finished the 2 - 2.5 miles, I headed inside with her, and ran a last, fast 2 miles on the gerbil mill.
Warning - possible gross-out factor: The toenail of my fourth toe on my left foot is turning black, but it's my second toe that really hurts. It's as if my second toe is slamming into the top of my shoe, but I don't feel any pain when I'm running. Hmmm.
Doggie update: No adoption counselor from the animal welfare league has contacted us yet, although we were told on Sunday that they would call us in a few days. Meanwhile, my dog (whichever one we get) is languishing in a 3 X 3 cage. Is this another example of District of Columbia inefficiency?! Damn. I'm going to give those folks a buzz tomorrow.