I’m not crazy enough (yet) to run in the winter, or really in any weather that’s poorly. I am continuously amazed by those dedicated/crazy souls who venture out when it’s 10 degrees below zero, windy and icy. I wish them the best, as long as they make themselves visible enough that I don’t accidentally kill them with my car.
I ran across this blog post on Runners World about the things shouted at those crazy runners. There are some pretty funny comments on the post – runners get lots of cat calls and whistles and lots of spit and expletives thrown their way (my tri-athlete friend gets cigarettes thrown at him when he runs – gotta love Muscatine), but they also get lots of encouragement hurled at them as well. There is nothing more encouraging than a positive word from someone when you are pushing yourself to do something that feels horrible but is good for you!
