I was really looking forward to running this week because of the forecast. Cooler temps, lower humidity, just better running conditions all around. I was able to run a midweek run outside Tuesday for the first time in three weeks. And yesterday's forecast? High of 84, cloudy, with scattered thunderstorms. And they hit the nail on the head. Until 5:00. Which COINCIDENTALLY was about five minutes after my run started. I quite literally had only gotten about half a mile into my scheduled five-mile run when the clouds magically disappeared giving way to crisp blue skies with wispy white clouds and a brilliant shining sun. Like something out of a freaking cartoon, really.
It was disgusting.
It qould have been beautiful if it hadn't immediately turned my running route into a sauna. The rain water was steaming up off the asphalt. I thought I was going to DIE. I left the house with no water and no sunglasses because -- HELLO! -- it was cloudy and cool when I left and I was only going five miles! Yeah. I gave up at three.
Pathetic. But I COULD. NOT. BREATHE.
And we're back to our 95-degree/105-heat-index bull crap today, so back to the gym I shall go today. And since I turned my five-miler into a three-miler yesterday, that means I get to turn today's three miles into five. On a treadmill. Five miles on a treadmill. I'm dreading it already. I did four last week, and that pushed me to the brink of insanity. Five just might do the trick.Labels: hot, treadmill