Runfessions: January

January just flew by, which in my mind is a good thing! This month has been such a whirlwind that I cannot believe it's time for Runfessions again. I'm glad Marcia reminded us that she's opening the runfessional today. I needed to dig deep for some runfessions today, which is probably a good thing too, right?

This post reminds me of those days as a child when I used to confess my sins to the priest. Sometimes I had to think of sins that were worthy of a confession. Seriously. What kind of sins does a young girl commit? I'm sure he sat there listening to me confess about being mean to my sisters and thought: "yep, I'm living the dream". I wonder if anyone ever shares anything juicy in the confessional? Is a priest obligated to call the police if someone confesses to a crime?

Fortunately, I don't have any crimes to runfess. There were some shenanigans this month. But as with most lapses in judgment, it was all worth it...

I runfess that there has been very little running this month. As of today, I have only run 39 miles for January. Earlier this month, I took some time off to heal from the back injury. After running the Mobile Half Marathon, I took a week off to recover and let my heel pain calm down. I runfess that during all my time off, I really didn't miss running.

I runfess that Mobile was a lot about having fun and very little about running. I did want to finish with a time I wouldn't be ashamed of and so the night before the race, I made everyone go to bed by 10. Every party has a pooper and that's why they invited me.

I actually wasn't such a party pooper. I runfess that many beers and glasses of wine were consumed over the weekend. The night before the race, we promised ourselves we'd limit our intake to one glass of wine. The bartender had another idea and kept refilling our glasses without being asked. Oops! We didn't mind when we got the bill and saw that he only charged us for one glass each. That means we really only had one glass, right?

While I was recovering from the race and not running, I went cross country skiing in the forest preserve where I do a lot of my running. I runfess that I got lost in the woods, which is pretty much impossible to do. The trail is a big 5 mile loop. Hardly anyone was there and I started to get a little freaked out being alone in the woods. I finally came upon a couple who were also skiing and when I asked them how much further to the parking lot, they told me I was an hour away. Since I had already been skiing for much longer than that, I was puzzled. They told me to turn around. I returned the way I came and realized that turning around was a big mistake. HUGE. It was getting late and there was no way I'd make it back to the parking lot before it dark. Once I came to the road that divides the preserve, I runfess that I called my husband to come and get me.

We've had a fairly mild winter up until recently and I was actually starting to think that I didn't mind winter anymore. Well, scratch that. We are currently buried in snow and stuck in a bone-chilling polar vortex that has no end in sight. I runfess that I am hating winter right now. I can suck it up and deal with it like the best of them, but it doesn't mean I have to like it. It's hard to believe that just 4 months ago, it was 85 degrees and I was waterskiing on Lake Wisconsin. Talk about extremes!

Ok, enough complaining about the weather! What do you have to runfess? Have you ever gotten burned out on running and needed to take a step back? Indulged too much the night before a race and didn't regret it? Get lost on a trail? Are you freezing your a** off right now?

I'm linking up with Marcia, who graciously listens to all our runfessions. I'm also linking up with the sisters of Fridays with Fairytales and Fitness. Stay warm everyone!