Temperatures are dropping like leaves up here in Michigan and I'm loving it.
My runs are going so well right now that I'm anxious to keep upping my mileage. I'm due for seven miles this weekend, and before I know it, I'll be running nine in Chicago for the Hot Chocolate 15K. But I sort of don't want to stop there and would really love to run a half marathon shortly thereafter.
There is one in the city in January.
It would totally continue my current training plan in a way that would make the race doable—except that I'd be running it in the middle of winter. In the windy city of Chicago. Along the shores of Lake Michigan. And I'd be training on my side of the lake, which is equally unawesome in the winter.
I freeze my toes off just thinking about it.
But there's also a 10K that weekend, which would be totally doable yet still freezing cold, I am certain. Thus, my internal battle. The dialogue goes something like this:
Me: "It can't be that bad. Why can't you keep training in the winter."
Me: "I dunno...the holidays. It's cold. My snot would freeze and that's gross."
Me: "Get over it, fool. You can do it if you put your mind to...or back into it, whichever."
Me: "I could totally do it. I just have to commit."
Me: "You just have to commit."
Me: "Another race medal would be sweet."
Me: "Maybe I'll just do the 10K, that's for sure a doable."
Me: "Am I being lame?"
Me: "You're being lame."
Me: "But mom said she'd run the 10K with me. I'd have to run the half alone."
Me: "So. Run it alone if it's a goal you want to achieve."
Me: "I dunno."
I dunno what to do.
Question: What should I do?