The first “are we crazy” moment of my winter training happened last night.
There are usually two or three, sometimes more, a year because winter is just tough.
But we run rain or shine.
As a winter storm blew into the GTA Wednesday, my thoughts turned to how brutal my run would be last night.
You see, every Wednesday night is my marathon clinic where we usually do the toughest run of the week. Usually, it’s speed work or hills.
So as I slogged through the snow on the way home from work I started laughing maniacally to myself at the thought of what we would be doing later.
There was never any thought that I might not run. It didn’t even cross my mind.
When I got to the Running Room in Thornhill, I was delighted to see more people than I thought would be crazy enough to join me. There were about 20 of us waiting in anticipation on what instructor John Lang would want us to do.
When he said the word Fartlek we all laughed hesitantly, not sure if he was joking. For those of us very familiar with the speed exercise, we knew what was in store. For those of us who didn’t, they just laughed along with us.
Fartleks are a challenge in the best of conditions, but on unplowed Thornhill roads it becomes even more fun.
What it is, is a group of anywhere between four and seven people get in line in single file and run a one-mile loop.
Each time the person at the back will sprint to the front of the line and this continues to be done with each member in the line until each person sprints to the front.
It’s a form of tempo training, but yesterday the soundtrack were groans and calls of “Watch that snowplow!”
At one point, one of the people in my group, Cheryl, turned to me and said, “Are we @#$@* crazy?” Frost dotting her white hat and a wild look in her eye.
She kept going.
At one point, someone else asked, “Hey do you guys have like snow tires on or something?”
“You’re just powering through.”
I looked down at his shoes.
Tsk tsk.
No Yak Traks.
It’s very rare that I endorse any brands or products in my blog, but Yak Traks are a necessity if you want to run in the winter.
They are literally like snow tires for your shoes and without them you can put a lot more strain on your muscles.
Granted, they work better in hard-packed snow as with slushy snow it just gets caked onto them really help, but last night would have been much harder without them.
When I got home, there was a voice message from my dad who always calls on snowstorm days to make sure I got home OK.
When I called him back around 9:15 and told him I just got home, the alarm in his voice rose. “Why?”
“From running.”
There was silence on the phone before he said, “You know you guys need to get your heads checked!”
I couldn’t disagree really.
It’s all part of the fun of training in winter.