The weather was hard last week. We had snow. It melted a bit. Then it froze. The result was havoc on a city deep in the south. I found it amusing that even the locals made fun of the City of Atlanta for not having enough equipment. I was waiting for those same people to volunteer their income to make more purchases. People love to complain about their government. They key word being "their". The kids were out of school all week, which I thought was a great idea. The roads were just too dangerous. We lost a young vibrant woman in a senseless accident blamed on ice.
Most of my running for the week had been done on the treadmill. By the time the weekend arrived, I was determined to get my run in outdoors. It was supposed to be fairly warm, with a high in the fifties. The problem was that the sidewalks and trails just would not thaw out. I thought, to be safe, I would head down to the Silver Comet Trail to run. I brought my Saucony trail shoes just in case. When I arrived, the trail head was covered in ice and snow. I quickly changed out of my K-swiss and into the Sauconys. It was a smart decision. Parts of the trail were clear. Parts had tire tracks in it from a four wheeler. Parts of it were just blah.
Once I got started, I decided I needed to throw any time goals out the window. It took a lot of concentration to keep my ankles from going in directions they were not meant to bend. I passed a few slower runners on the trail, and one guy on a mountain bike passed me, but he turned around at about mile 4. I, however, continued another four miles or so out past the Floyd Road trail head. A few elderly people were out walking, but none were feeling particularly friendly.
I decided after turning around, that I would begin to pick it up a bit. The air was warming. More and more of the trail was turning to slush. The McMillan pace calculator said that my half marathon race pace "could be" 8:35 miles. I was happy to keep the pace below 9:09 (sub-2 hour half mary). I rattled off miles 8, 9, 10, 11, and 12, with the final mile being slightly up hill all the way. I was spent. My ankles and feet were sore. Surprisingly, my legs felt pretty good. It's been a long time since I ran 12 miles and felt so good afterwards.
That night, after I got out of the shower, I decided to check my body fat percentage with wet feet. Yea. A small technicality I neglected on my last weigh in. I'm pleased to report that my body fat percentage dropped 4 points, to 19 percent, with wet feet. I did it twice to be sure. It would seem wet feet help the current run through your feet. So... just like that, I dropped 7 pounds of fat. Don't be jealous...