In other words...
The weathermen who were predicting 9 inches of snow? They were wrong. Yes, we got snow, but no where near 9 inches. Maybe 5 inches. It's hard to tell though because there was a ton of blowing and drifting. I'm OK with the snow we got though. It looks pretty and I don't have to shovel (that's what my landlord's for...wait, he doesn't plow it either, just lets it sit).
So it snowed. And while the roads were kind of cruddy (apparently my city snow plow crews don't believe in plowing either), I still headed over to the YMCA after work since it's a block from my office.
I snagged a treadmill, tuned the TV to the Wisconsin v. Illinois game and started to run, finished 4.25 miles. I did a little bit of speed work tonight. Pushed myself. Actually got to the point where I felt like I was working hard and it was a bit uncomfortable. But a good uncomfortable. And that made me realize that that's something I don't do enough of. Instead of running at a comfortable pace, I need to push myself and make it hurt. Because that's the only way I'm going to get better.
No, I didn't come to that conclusion tonight. It's been rattling around in my head for a few weeks. Years actually. In fact it's always been something I've known - whether it's running or tennis or triathlon or playing the piano, I know getting better means I have to put in the work. Tonight I just came to that realization that it applies to running to. And I shouldn't be scared to push myself or increase the speed into the 6.7mph (about a 9 minute mile) range on the treadmill.
And on those days when it does hurt? I just have to remember those words that are plastered to the top of my blog:
"Me and running don't always see eye to eye. Some days it hurts more than others. But it doesn't mean I don't do it. I deal with it and I keep running because not everything that is good for you always feels good for you."