The cold weather has really just begun around these parts, and it's only been a couple weeks, and there was a little issue with a massive snowstorm throwing a monkey wrench into my plans for last weekend, but I haven't run outdoors since my last half marathon on December 6 and I'm getting a case of Treadmill Fever. I am so ready to get out on the road or the trail it's not even funny.
The nice thing about warmer weather, with my schedule allowing me a very narrow workout window between work and family obligations, is the ability to rush home, change into shorts and a t-shirt, get out the door and go. It takes moments and I usually have time to go as far as 5-6 miles.
Cold weather requires entirely different preparation. You have to dress warmer, so you have to gather your hat, gloves, layers, etc. You have to worry about the loss of daylight and maybe grab some reflective gear. You have to take a little extra time to warm up and get those atoms inside you moving. You have to deal with elements, such as leftover snow and ice that could slow you down or alter your route. You have to be even more aware and more cautious when you're out there, which could require energy, speed and/or time and force you to run shorter distances slower. To this point this year I've not even attempted the work - outdoor workout - family obligations kabuki dance, but I think I'd be lucky to get 4 miles in under winter running conditions and requirements.
I'm one of the few people who like winter (although 21 inches of snow in December was a little too nice of a how-do-ya-do from Mother Nature to welcome in the season), but I think I'm getting to a point where I'd rather run than marvel at blankets of snow, and while I don't really wish I lived somewhere warmer, I guess I wish I lived somewhere that has faster melting snow.
On the other hand, in July I'll probably complain about the oppressive heat and humidity keeping me indoors, so it all evens out in the end.