Suck it!

Last night since I was a solo runner, I decided to try to run around my neighborhood. Can you say I kicked my own ass? It was cold which is fine, - I usually like the cold because I feel like I'm really awake when I'm running in it - except last night there was a nippy wind biting at me and my neighborhood is HELLA hilly. I haven't had such a painful run since we did the Oakland Cemetery Run Like Hell run. I mean, I'm glad I did it, but I hurt through a lot of it and the wind was making my eyes sting and water. (Hmm, perhaps I should invest in goggles?) Running is definitely pushing the envelope of my tolerance for discomfort. Ironically enough, I think that I'm falling in love with it because of that. Maybe I have a thing for abusing myself? I really hope this weekend's 5K PanCan run isn't windy. Cold I'm okay with. Cold, windy and hilly evidently is not my thing.