The cold never bothered me anyway.

I never thought that I'd come to enjoy winter running.

I've been running consistently for almost three years now (I did my first race in 2011), and I'd do all of my training on a treadmill when the temperatures were cold, or it was raining, or when it was too hot.  I actually didn't mind treadmill running: it was easier, and there was zero discomfort.

However, I've come to the point where I detest the treadmill, and love the challenges that come with running outdoors.  This is the first time that I've been running into the winter months of December and January, and I'm getting addicted.

Yesterday was a lovely day for a winter run.  It was sunny out, perhaps about -2 degrees Celsius, and there was no wind.  The pavement was mainly clear of ice and free of slush, unlike the messy conditions last weekend, and my easy short training run was a breeze.

Today I had to do my long training run of 8 km.  (My long runs are going to progress in length and I keep training for my half marathon.)  It's cloudy today, about -5 degrees Celsius, there's a bit of wind, and it wasn't snowing when I started, but by the time I was 6 km, there were big flakes of snow steadily coming down.

The last bit of my run was super challenging: I was running uphill into the wind, and I was trying to finish in a certain time.  I managed to do it, and I felt super happy that I was able to battle the wind and snow. 

I managed to plan my run so that it ended a few metres away from my neighbourhood Starbucks, so I warmed up with a coffee which was really nice.  I watched a few other runners go by on the street and saw a girl with purple legwarmers.  I think I need purple legwarmers. 

I hope next weekend's running conditions are as nice as this one's.

And I'm in love with this song these days.