Could Be Worse

"It could be worse."

The mantra kept playing itself, over and over, in my head as the wind ripped across my face. It's the coldest day we've seen in a long time here in Austin, but it could be a lot worse. I could be in Chicago.

First, let me say, I love Chicago. It's my absolute favorite city. But it's so cold. Always. When I lived there a few years ago, each winter got progressively colder. When the wind chill hit -20, we decided that it was probably time to find warmer climes. Still, there are days, sometimes weeks, when I miss the Second City with all my heart.

Today is not one of those days.

With an expected HIGH temperature of -10 today, I have to concede, we've got nothing to complain about down here.

It's hard to keep that in mind when you're running in 22 degrees (downright balmy) with a 17 mph wind hitting you directly in the face. I'm just not used to that kind of sensation any more. I remember well the mornings I used to walk to the train in Chicago only to find icicles running down my face when I got there. So yes, it could be worse.

And tomorrow, it very well may be.

Not by much, only a few degrees colder, but each degree starts to hurt at this point on the thermometer. And again, I'm reminded how much more hurt the midwest is getting right now.

The important thing is that I actually got things done this morning. In fact, I woke up before my alarm even went off, which makes life a whole lot easier. A good workout is a great way to start a day, and especially a day that starts off the first full work week in many. I'm ready to take it on.

Because it could be worse.

Day 6:
3.17 Miles
10 Reps