Sunday morning I got up early and was out running by 6:30am. It was one of those summer mornings where it was super sunny, 79 degrees, and really humid. It felt much more like August than June, even for Virginia. From the first step, the run was a struggle. I was counting every tenth of a mile. I had a minimum of 6 miles with a goal of 10. I ran three miles away from my house, so that I’d be forced to manage at least the 6.
This run was definitely in the top 10 of sucky runs I’ve had in my life. I was dripping sweat within minutes. There was no breeze at all. As I hit the 6.2 mile point (after a 12 minute pace on the 6th mile!), I could see my house and my water bottle was empty. As you might guess, I quit running. I figured I’d be kicking myself later, but I was just done.
When I hit the house, I immediately drank a glass of GU recovery drink. I NEVER do that for short runs, but I was dying. I then drank another glass of nuun and took a cool shower.
Despite that, I spent the next few hours feeling hung over. Just for the record, I had precisely one third of a bottle of Dogfish Head 120 minute IPA the previous night. That’s it! So, my “hangover” was directly related to the hot, sweaty, humid run. In other words, I was apparently very dehydrated. I actually even took a nap after lunch, which is not something I’ve done since college. ;o) By mid afternoon, I was finally feeling human again.
Today I’m meeting AJH from Age Groups Rock for a little run around an island. I’ve prehydrated as much as possible, so hopefully there will be no more running hangovers in my future.