I really wasn't looking forward to my long run...

The weather today sucked!

It was - 16 C (-29 C with wind chill) and winds of up to 50 km/h.

I'm sick of the cold weather. Don't get me wrong, I like it, but not in February. By now it should be nicer.

Today was cold and real windy. My buddy John decided he was going to do his run on the treadmill rather than go with me outside.

The weather started depressing me. I usually look forward to the long run, but when it is so windy and cold I really need to force myself out the door.

I was even debating whether I should run inside on a treadmill. It has been years since I've used a treadmill and to think of doing a long run on it was not all that appealing.

I got new skates for Reid this morning and saw runner after runner, at least 10 of them. It was weird seeing so many runners on such a cold day, I think there is a half marathon coming up soon and I figured they are putting in some final weeks training.

In either event, seeing those runners motivated me to do my run outside.

I bundled up and pushed myself out the door. One foot in front of the other, listening to my ipod. The wind was over 50 km/h, at times it almost brought me to a complete standstill.

One positive was that my heart rate was well under 139 bpm for the entire run, which lasted 1 hour and 55 minutes.

Last night I got to bed by 11:30pm. I was in a mellow mood and really didn't feel like partying or having to many beers. Today I noticed my attitude changing.

I'm finding that the weekends seem to be training, training and more training. They are not as relaxing as I'd like them to be.

I feel like I'm being a little selfish and not spending enough time with my family. I've need to figure something out.

I may have to do a workout in the morning during the week, so my evening is not as full. And I think I may have to start my weekend workouts early in the morning while my family is still sleeping.

I'm not a morning person, but I think this is a sacrifice I need to make.

I don't want my racing to be a negative to my family. They haven't said anything, but I'm sure they want to get out of the house and do something as a family on the weekends.

I know I do.