Ok, summer, I get it. It’s hot. And humid…for Colorado. But I need to run.
We all know that I don’t necessarily enjoy running. But I still do it.
This is getting ridiculous though.
How early do I have to get up to run and avoid collapsing from heat exhaustion?
Last week, I pulled the plug on my long run. Only a half mile short of my goal. I couldn’t do it any longer. At the 4.5 mile mark, I muttered allowed, This sucks. By 10 miles, I was actively swearing…in my head. A lot of swears.
My last mile is mostly shaded and by a creek. When Mark the Garmin beeped at the 12 mile mark, I sat down in an offshoot of the creek. And pretty much took a bath with my clothes on. Thank God for cold water that flows from the mountains.
I should add that the paved trail that runs along this creek has a lot of traffic, and there are multiple housing units that face the creek. I’m sure that someone thought it was hilarious. Or creepy. Or both.
This morning was a short run, and it was still miserable. Billy asked how it went and I replied, I’m not made for this summer running.
But I will still do it.