Give me a sunny 30* day and I can run forever. Or a spring day where 50* feels like tank top weather. Or my personal favorite – the first fall day where a long sleeve shirt is perfect. But summer? Summer is not my friend.
Summer makes me feel sweaty and gross – before I even get out the door.
Summer allows me to chafe in places I didn’t even know could chafe.
Summer makes me, a die hard night owl, get up at 4:30 am to run at 5:30.
Summer makes me burn in places that should never have seen the light of day in the first place.
Summer means shots of pickle juice and the addition of salty things to my diet. (OK, maybe that’s not so bad.)
Summer means a night on the couch (and a 3am visit from the cat) so that I don’t wake the sleeping people when I get up to head out the door at sunrise.
Summer means using the treadmill that hasn’t been touched in several months. With the AC unit cranking right next to it.
Summer means going for a run and coming back looking like I’ve gone for a swim, but smelling like I haven’t seen a shower in months.
But that’s ok. Because running through the nasty heat of a Virginia summer means that fall running will feel awesome and I’ll suddenly be a faster runner as the temps drop.
Or at least I’ll keep telling myself that as I muddle my way through yet another summer marathon training.