Much of the East Coast is having summer weather this week. Today is supposed to be in the high 80s/low 90s and may very well reach a record high. I’m not ready for this.
Yesterday I headed out for an 8 mile run at 3:30 in the afternoon. In April, this should not be a problem. This time it was.
First, I had to stop back by the house at just over 2 miles. I’d been looking wistfully at all the portapotties I ran past starting at the one mile point. I’d also considered stopping at one of the open houses in our neighborhood, but didn’t want to be “that person”. Ahem.
After a quickish stop at home, I headed out for a few more miles. I really wanted at least 5 total. At the five mile point, I kept talking myself into a little bit more and a little bit more. Once I got past 6.5, I knew I was going to go for 8.
It was, in a word, awful. Not so much the running. My legs felt great and rested, but my heart was racing for most of it (and it was not because I was running fast. In fact, I think I got passed by a granny with a walker). I spent 20 minutes after the run feeling nauseous and hungover. Thankfully, a glass of iced tea and two glasses of nuun later, I felt human.
I spent the majority of my run thinking about the Boston Marathon. Not about me ever running it (not on my list of life goals), but of the projected heat for today. I know if I qualified and trained and paid to get there, I’d run the race, come hell or high water. So, I’ll be thinking positive thoughts (and tracking online) all of my race buddies who are up there running.
Run smart, hydrate well, and enjoy your “Victory Lap”.