In the last week it has felt like winter during the early morning light. My backyard has a blanket of fog, and my metal outdoor furniture looks crystallized. It is beautiful. On a run by myself last week I smiled, breathing deeply in the cold air and blowing out hard to create a cloud of moisture in front of my face. This is the perfect weather for me.
You see, I tend to "run" hot. Running in the summer months feels close to torture as my body seems to be cooking from the inside out. My face is red for hours and my energy is zapped within the first few miles. I have been watching the temperature slowly drop with each passing week, looking forward to reprieve....there is a problem though. My little darlings, my constant running pals, they have been a tad cold.
Let me clarify, I have been layering up my loves with warm socks, and fleecy pants, hats and mittens, a snuggly blanket and of course their jackets. It just doesn't seem to cut it for my babes. So what am I to do? This morning Mackenzie's hands were red and cold when we got home. She was miserable and teary eyed (her candy hangover from Halloween didn't help I'm sure), I felt like a really selfish mommy.
So once again runner friends, I am coming to you for advice...if you run with your babes, how do you keep them from becoming ice-cubes?Jess