Something pretty amazing happened at the Fancy Oatmeal house today: after being a couch bum for three days, I decided to set a new running goal for myself. No matter what, I would complete my set goal, even if I had to walk the majority of it. Today, I would run a half marathon. No reason to put it off until the summer. I can do it now!
And so I did it.
Let me repeat that: I ran my first 13.1 miles (in a row) EVER this morning. My time was 2:07:29.
This wasn’t my only “first” today. I read once that I would not need to start taking ice baths until I started running over 10 miles at a time. Well since that happened today, I decided that it would be a good decision to try an ice bath as well. I’ve read plenty of blogs about other brave Polar-Bears in training, but I was still one Nervous Nelly. Mostly about the cold. And ever since watching Titanic, I am apprehensive about floating blocks of ice.
I had planned, while en route to 13.1 miles, to snag a heap of snow from our front yard, but since the temperature gauge read 37 degrees and rain was pelting our house, I would have to settle with one bucket’s-worth of ice from the freezer. I set the timer on my iPhone for five minutes and sank in.
It wasn’t that bad when I first sat down…and then I realized I probably didn’t have enough water in the tub with me.
As the height of the frosty water rose up over the tops of my calves, then knees, then thighs, I began to think that this wasn’t such a great idea. This type of hazing as part of the initiation into half-marathon-dom is just cruel.
But seriously, it would have been increasingly easier and smarter to take a dip in the Bering Sea outside my backdoor. Noted for next time.
Running for over two hours straight, dunking my lower-half in nippy water, and burning 1,500 calories does have it’s advantages: