Yes you read that right, a wet butt. Today began with the best of intentions - Bestie and I were going to run 8 miles - but then those plans began to unravel. First of all when I woke up and the weather channel said it was 16 degrees and all I could think was "Hell no, I'm not running in anything less than 20!" The weather warmed up (slightly) and was a toasty (yeah right) 27 degrees when we finally hit the street. The first mile went great for me - a bit fast, but great - but Bestie was having problems with her water bottle situation (you see, we have these running belt things that hold the water bottle snugly behind your back so you have your hands free, if they're not situated just right it can drive you bonkers!). We walked about 1/4 or 1/2 of mile 2. We finished off mile 2 and went straight through mile 3. Walk break. That's when I discovered my water bottle had been slowly leaking. Yup, I had a wet butt. And back. And in 27 degrees that is not a situation you want to find yourself in. We made it through mile 4 and my rear end was beginning to freeze and go numb despite the extra layers I had on since I know my bum usually gets cold when running in this type of weather. We ended the run early. 4 miles plus a bit. I was cold, I was wet, and it wasn't until we stopped that I realized my feet were getting wet too, thanks to the snow on the ground.
The whole experience was a bit disheartening since I had such a great workout Saturday afternoon! 3.5 miles on the treadmill doing a hill workout - it felt great! Even better than the last time I did a hill workout. Oh well, since they're calling for rain tomorrow Bestie and I will be hitting up the gym for an hour run after work to make up for the lost mileage today. So much for a day off!