Running When It's 14 Degrees Outside

Saturday was the Manhattan Half Marathon. The first of my 13 half-marathons this year (if all goes to plan). I almost didn't run it. It was 14 degees at the start of the run and 16 degrees at the end. In other words, it was cold outside!

How cold was it? You could see frost on the outerlayers of most of the runners, including my hat! Thankfully, I bought some warm running gear a couple of days prior and it kept me nice and warm. Once I started running, all was good. Even my toes warmed up after a couple of miles.

I thought about quitting a couple of times (usually when I passed by the street where I was staying), but I managed to finish. I was happy because, let's face it, I didn't really train for this run. It could be why I ran as slowly as I did. Hopefully this will be my slowest run of the year.

I almost forgot, the eating part. After the run, I went to Alice's Tea Pot (Chapter 1) and split the mad hatter with my firend MP. It was a pot of tea (Mt. Everest Breakfast, for me), a buttermilk scone with clotted cream and jam, a chocolate banana scone, a BLT (which was really just a bacon sandwich with a little lettuce and tomato, and then assorted "nibbles" (which in this case was cookies and a lemon tart). It was a lot of food. And really good!