frightening shade of purple

Yesterday, I took pity on Bungee. Wednesday, she was a nut every time we let her outside. She would run around the house like a maniac before coming back in. I knew three days without exercise would be pushing it and had grand plans to try to teach her to walk/run on the treadmill.

I've tried it before with limited success (basically she get scared, sits down on the belt, and flies off the back), but I still had high hopes. Bungee, not so much. After the second try, she was freaking out way too much to keep going, so we called it good. Sadly, since Mike wasn't home for the attempt, I couldn't film it. Just picture lots of pathetic doggy terror.

So, instead, I put on as many running layers as humanly possible and took her outside for a run.

You may be wondering how many layers are necessary to stay warm in 0 degree temperatures. I don't know, I was never warm. Here is what I wore:

• Knee-high compression socks
• Heavy winter running tights
• Thermal long sleeved running shirt
• Thermal-lined wind resistant running jacket with built in mittens
• Gloves
• 2 neck gators (one worn as a balaclava)
• Running sunglasses
• Winter beanie hat

It wasn't enough.

Despite my stylish winter layers, 6.5 miles later and my legs turned a frightening shade of purple. Apparently, Bungee's fur coat is much better at keeping her warm. She was psyched enough after the run to still do three laps around the house before coming inside. She did, however, manage to accumulate some icicles on her beard. 

This is not a beard, you jerk.

Since the roads were salted and icy cold, I coated Bungee's paws in balm when we got home and she was good to go. I keep threatening to get her booties, you know for her own protection, not because I think it would be hilarious to see her try to walk in booties. 

This run is what I will think about on my 18 miler on the treadmill and tell myself that I'm lucky I can run inside and not die of hypothermia on the side of the road.