The weather last week in the northeastern United States was a tad on the chilly side to say the least. When I awoke for my 5:30am run the temperature hovered right around 10 degrees. To be perfectly honest, I didn’t want to go for my run. I wanted nothing more than to dive right back under my warm covers and stay there! Luckily I was supposed to meet my running buddy so the little voice that told me I was crazy didn’t win out for even 1 second.
Although my warm and oh so soft flannel sheets were calling my name, I got dressed to run outside. First was the ultra warm Dri-Fit tights. Next came the wicking, long-sleeve tech-tee, the warm and cozy fleece and finally my windbreaker. I was almost ready to go and headed downstairs to get my phone. Then I saw the text from BRF. She was still feeling queasy from the flu she’d had a few days earlier and couldn’t make it. Luckily for me I was already up, dressed in less than clean running clothes and downstairs. No climbing back into bed for me.
I put on my hat and gloves and steeled myself for the Arctic zone I was about to enter. I opened the front door, stepped outside and was amazed. It was so much warmer outside than I’d imagined. Now, don’t get me wrong. The temperature registered at 9 degrees, but in my mind I’d imagined a good 20 degrees colder so 9 degrees felt like a Caribbean Island to me.
As I set off down the street I quickly felt warm. Not warm like when I run in the middle of Summer, but definitely not freezing. I started chuckling to myself about how much I’d focused on the temperature in my head. If you’d read my thoughts earlier you’d think I was heading out to run with the polar bears across ice floes while wearing only shorts and a t-shirt.
I started thinking about how much I psyche myself out of things by thinking about how tough something is going to be. I mean it’s just ridiculous! I write this blog all about pushing past your comfort zone and chasing your dreams and here I am telling myself that it’s WAY too cold to run. DUH!
I finished up that run just fine. Yes, it was cold and yes it was a bit harder than many of my runs, but it wasn’t even close to the hardest run I’ve ever done. And guess what? I didn’t freeze to death and I never once saw a polar bear while I was out there. They all must have been hiding from the cold.
So what tricks do you use to push past your mental barriers?