My treadmill got broken last week. The timing couldn’t be worse. We´re in December, a time associated with snow and cold and icy roads. And falls. I had my first fall this winter a couple of weeks ago. My yoga mat saved me from a potential back injury. Instead of hitting the hard icy grand, I landed on that soft role of rubber fastened on my back.
That´s why I got the treadmill into our tiny gym in the basement. It was meant to fulfil the following requirement:
- Four running excises per week, exactly one hour and half per exercise. It must be a reasonable requirement with that price, I wonder?
But instead, it surrended completely.
Having no desire to challenge the cold and wind, I kept running on the treadmill since November. Am I totally dependent on a maskin? It´s a bit ridiculous. But the thought of running outdoors with temperature down to minus ten and in total darkness gives me miserable feelings.
I set up the alarm at 5.40 and get up 6.00 in the morning. With the treadmill lying silently in the basement, I decide to run outdoors. Putting on my wool sweater, wool hat and gloves (in Norway we say “wool is gold”), I step out of the front door quietly. My phone shows minus 5 degrees Celsius, I can feel it on my skin. The moon is shinning brightly from the dark-blue sky. The air chill and fresh. I`m immediately embraced by the darkness and tranquility.
And then I realise what I missed out, the beauty of Norwegian winter.
The snowflakes are falling lightly but they´re not visible in the picture. I have the whole place for myself.
The shadow of the tree and the lights shinning outside the house creates a magical atmosphere.
I´m running towards the lake, encountering no one on the road.
A huge wooden house is hidden behind the bushes, the real scene is much more atmospheric than it´s revealed in the picture.
With a freer soul and clearer mind, I´m on my way back home. Full of energy and excitement.
Running outdoors in winter? Not bad at all.