Seriously Allergic to Running in the Cold, For Real

Another out of chronological order post but this is serious!!!
After about losing my freaking mind after not running outside since the beginning of the month I decided yesterday it would be good for my whole family if I would just brave the cold and go out for a run.
I put on my fleece running tights, long socks, UA base layer top and hat and began the search for the GPS satellite that links to my watch. I started my running jams, cranked them up and set off for a 5k.
Two miles in I was feeling really, really good so I decided that maybe I should make it a longer run. I was starting to warm up at around 2.5 miles so I continued on past my turn around and to another part of town increasing my mileage and finally ending with a 10k for the day. It felt amazing to be
back out on the pavement and getting some miles logged for the month.
After I stepped back into my house that fantastic feeling came to a screeching halt!!!!
I started taking off my wet running clothes and that's when it happened...
The itching started and then the big red dots started appearing all over my arms and face proceeding to head down and cover the rest of my body.

Revolting  rash on my shoulder

I yelled for Steve to come and take a look thinking that maybe I was just hallucinating because I had just put in a 10k after a long time of not running that far, no such luck, I had broken out in a rash with hives.
He then proceeded to ask me if I was having trouble breathing to which I responded, I am not quite for sure, I did just run further than I have in a while. He was not amused with my witty answer so he found me some drugs.
I took some children's Benadryl, because that's all we had. Now, I know to believe my kids when they say something tastes gross because that very well could have been the nastiest tasting medicine I have ever ingested. I then proceeded on with my shower and upon disembarking it had gotten worse.
After taking some time to assess the situation I came up with a conclusion.

I AM ALLERGIC TO RUNNING IN THE COLD FOR REAL!!

I tell the hubs every single day how very cold I am and how this weather is not conducive to living a healthy lifestyle and now I had proof. Proof of a big nasty rash that attacked me because my body was revolting from having to run in the cold. I don't think I need much more proof than this that for the very sake of my health I need a much warmer climate to do life in.
Also, just so you know, I ran a 5k today and guess what??? 
The rash came back!!!!

Red bumpy itchy hives on my arms :(

Running Chattanooga

Sunrise over the Tennessee River

Every year my family and I take a trip to Chattanooga Tennessee. The city is very outdoor friendly and the downtown area is beautiful. The Tennessee River runs directly through the downtown area and both sides are park like settings that offer different kinds if outdoor activities all year long.
It is a safe assumption to say that the city is very runner friendly.
Having just started running in June I had never ran the city before but I was so excited this trip to be able to run the three bridges that cross the river downtown.
Three times during the week I had the pleasure of watching the sun come up over the mountains and flood the valley with its beautiful morning haze and blue and pink skies. They were some of the most gorgeous sunrises I have ever seen.
The first morning I woke up early and drove downtown and then discovered the ire of being right on a time zone change line. I was so excited to run but I was waiting for the sun to come up so I didn't get kidnapped or trip on a curb etc.. After what seemed like and hour (15 minutes in reality) the sun finally started to come up and it was worth every second waited.

My first run was amazing. I ran over two of the three downtown bridges. My starting point was a bridge that is strictly for pedestrian traffic and I happened to be the only pedestrian on it that morning and that in itself was pretty astounding.
A couple miles into my run I was joined by other runners. I ran the city streets for the first time and just fell more in love with the city than I already had been. However, those moments of stillness and peacefulness all alone before the city woke up will always be one of my favorite running memories.

For my second run that week I ran the North Shore area. This area is considered the art district with small shops and an eclectic atmosphere. This area also includes Coolidge Park, a beautiful area with wide lit paths, great for running and a marshland project where I saw about a million turtles. After my run I decided the North Shore was the perfect yoga spot. My view of the Art Museum on the other side of the perfectly still water was breathtaking.

Yoga was going great, I was completely relaxed and flexible until I felt something on my foot only to look down and discover that I had indeed set up my mat right on an ant hill.

For my final run I decided that I needed to run the three bridges and finish at the Art Museum. What a fantastic run with a huge winding challenge at the end. I loved every single second of running Chattanooga. It is so scenic and relaxing.
When a city is built around embracing the outdoors and recreation everywhere you turn I don't think you could go wrong visiting there.
I cannot wait to head back for some more.

I'm so Freaking Cold!!!!

Even though this is killing my OCD ways, I am going out of chronological order to bring this sad and disturbing announcement, IT'S SO FREAKING COLD HERE!!!


I'm so freaking cold, this has been my over used statement for the past two weeks. When the weather changes here in Central Illinois it changes for the worse and stays worse for the next four to five months.
It becomes a wasteland of bare trees, brown colored grass, snowy and icy streets and gray colored skies.
It can be very depressing. In keeping with honesty I had two days last week that ended in tears because it was so yucky outside I seriously just could not handle it.
Being new to running, I had wondered when enjoying my 75 degree sunny running days how I was going to fare running when the weather turned. Well my conclusion was that it wasn't going to be good but it was going to be doable. Guess what, I was 100 percent right on with my assessment.
Running in the cold sucks, literally it sucks. It sucks the breath out of your lungs, the warmth out of your body, the tears out of your eyes and the snot right out of your nose.
So, this morning I was determined to get up and go for a run even though the temperature was hovering right around 32.
I put on my fleece running tights, my baselayer shirts, running hat and mittens (Yes, I said mittens, because running mittens are cute) and my sunglasses which were not needed but I figured it would keep the frigid wind out of my eyeballs and I set off on my run.
It was cold, really freaking cold.
My cheeks were freezing and I had a bit of a shiver going on but it was manageable. When I run I have about a half mile before I leave my neighborhood and head out onto the busy street in my town. My town is small hence
, one really busy street.
As soon as I turned onto the busy street I started to regret this run. It was cold, the wind started blowing and became worse with each car that passed and the sidewalk had a couple of snow patches I had to run through.
I then came to my spot that I call decision lane, aka the corner of Airport Road and Smithville. Here is my chance to turn and come back home or continue on for longer runs. FYI I've only chosen to go home once, and today was not that day, even though I really really wanted to.
So I decided that a three miler would be the distance for the day.
I have my normal route when I head out that way and I can see my turn around as soon I get to decision lane. I ran up to my turn around and started heading back. Guess what, the wind was a North wind. So the wind I though sucked on the way, sucked even worse on the way back. It was cold. 

The good thing that was occurring even though this wind was blowing was that my body finally started to get warm. It was at that moment I thought to myself, oh this might not be that bad after all. Shortly thereafter I ran over a dead frozen squished mouse, screamed, heart rate shot up some more, became a little warmer and then I really started to enjoy this run.
I was almost all the way back home when I looked at my watch and it said 3.34 miles. Well any runner will tell you that you don't stop at 3.34 miles if you have the time to make it an even four. I had to head to my "job" but I had a little time. So I ran my neighborhood to make up some distance passing my house three times with it's warmth inviting me to stop in but I refused.
I finally finished my frigid four miler. I felt fantastically refreshed and I definitely wasn't freaking cold when I finished.
It wasn't good but it was doable :)
I am not quite for sure what I am going to do later this week with a high of 29 degrees, I may have to find a new hobby..... just kidding!!!!

Worst Race Ever

My oldest daughter Kayley is a runner. She is part of a cross country co-op team and the only distance runner on her track team. She is very gifted in the sport and likes to remind me often of that truth.

Race Start

When I started running she had mentioned that possibly she would like to run a race with me. One day while at the gym I told her if she could put in three miles while I was taking my class she could pick the race for us to do. First mistake right there.
I fished my class and she them informed me that she had indeed ran her three mile quota and she was delighted to choose our race when we got home.
After researching races she thought it would be a fantastic idea for us the run the Color Vive Color Run.
They had dancing, lots of music, lots of colors, lots of craziness, I mean what's not to love about this rave that turns into a race??
We arrived early for this race and immediately I started to rethink this idea. There was a stage with loud thumping music with a dj speaking loudly to the crowd that had formed in front. He introduced a lady that was supposed to lead us through so pre-race exercises. By pre-race exercises I mean dance moves, we did the whip-nae-nae and some other moves that myself, being a tad bit older than the average age of the crowd had no idea what they were.
Then it happened.
Five, four, three, two, one and boom. Powder color was being thrown up in the air in all directions.

Pre-race "Exercises"

OH MY GOODNESS IT WAS EVERYWHERE, MY HAIR, MY BODY, GETTING BREATHED INTO MY LUNGS, IN MY MOUTH, IN MY EYES, IT. WAS. EVERYWHERE!!!!!
My daughter absolutely loved this, I was seriously just trying to keep from having a panic attack and losing my crap for real.
After this madness occurred we were shuffled over to the race start. At this time the temperature had began to rise and you know what happens when it's July and about 75 out. You start to sweat, especially me, as I was in a crown of people with no personal space.

Color Storm

Sweat mixed with blue, yellow, green and pink powder. Yep this was happening. Sweat running down with color turning to streaks of brown down my body.
After waiting what seemed like and eternity we finally heard the countdown and the race started.

Already uncomfortable I was trotting along with my sweet eleven year old when she decided to leave me. Yes, she decided that running with her mom was way to slow for her so she just left me, amongst all these crazy people with color smeared all over them.
While running the powder was beginning come off and I was starting to calm down a bit and then more evil occurred. As I passed the mile marker there were these really mean people squirting more powdered color on my person. Seriously, they tried to cover you in as much powder as humanly possible. It was horrific!!!!
This dastardly process occurred four more times. After getting it in my eye at mile three I was pretty much determined this has to be the worst race ever anyone could ever be involved with. I couldn't even wipe my eyes because my hands were all powdered. At this point in my morning I completely lost my crap and began to have a complete meltdown.
I stripped down in the parking lot in front of God and everyone else. I had powder everywhere clothed and unclothed and I could not get home fast enough to shower and swear off this race for all of eternity.

Her face = my feelings about this whole ordeal!!

Meanwhile my precious child was already making plans for running it next year with her two best running girlfriends, I expressed with absolute clarity that I AM OUT!!!!