Running from the Cold

Does anyone know what the temperature was at 7:30 this morning?  I know we're a little ways from Winter yet, but this morning was just a little too cold for me....

I decided last week that it was time to stop talking about getting back into shape and start doing it.  Abel had woke me up at 7:00 a.m. as usual, and feeling surprisingly well-rested and motivated, I decided to go for a run before Travis left for work.  I was out the door, done and back before he ever even knew I was gone.  I repeated my new routine for several days in a row but was unable to go Friday, Saturday, Sunday or Monday morning.  (Well, I suppose I could've gone Saturday morning, but it was Saturday....)

Anyway, when Abel woke me up this morning, I felt less than excited about going for my morning run (Why is it that a break in routine can ruin a routine??), but I did it anyway.  My first step out the door in my tank top forced me to return to my closet for some warmer apparel--slightly different from last week's perfect morning running weather.  As I got started I felt pretty good.  It didn't take long, though, and man were my lungs burning!  And my hands!  My hands felt like they were going to freeze off!  Hesitantly admitting to myself that I'm in no shape for cold-weather running--and unmotivated to push through with a running nose, burning lungs, and freezing hands--I slowed to a walk halfway through.

Needless to say, I think I see either a gym membership, a treadmill, or some workout videos in my future....