This past Saturday was my first ever nasty hot run of the summer. The first of many, I'm sure. Luckily for me, it was short. But as you are all well aware by now, short runs feel like long runs to me.
I was out in NaperTHRILL this past weekend and decided that I'm ready to move up to *gasp* four runs per week, by adding on a Saturday run after my Friday morning run. To recap: Friday morning's run was delightful...no, really, it was...it rained and I was one of the few on the Lakefront path.
Glorious, I tells ya.
Saturday was a different story. I started late because I was helping my aunt with a few things. By the time I walked out of her house, I could feel the humidity. The following four miles felt like I was running in soup. It was gross, I was gross, everything was gross. By the time I hit my turn around, I honestly thought I'd be doing the walk of shame. Without the aid of my old friend, alcohol.
Nevertheless, I made it home with my dignity in tact. And at a sub 10 minute pace, no less.
Monday morning's run on the death mill was a different story. I've noticed that after my injury, it has been increasingly difficult to run on the treadmill. I'm tired and discouraged about one minute into the run. ONE. MINUTE. I wish I was joking with you out there in blogland, but I'm not. Luckily, with the death mill, I can do the walk of shame in the comfort of my aunt's basement whilst watching the latest installment of Hoarders.
3 comments:
I absolutely hate the treadmill, but one of these days I'd like to try it while watching a movie I enjoy. Maybe that will get me to hate it less. Or distract me from the rage. Either is good.
Good luck with the scorching runs. Thankfully England usually has fairly mild summers so I should be okay. Famous last words...
I sold my 'mill due to the move. So. Glad.
heat is the worst!! i agree about the treadmill--i used to have no problem with it, but I find it increasingly horrible these days..
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