I ran and I ran and...
It's hot as a mug' out there. I had pretty much made up my mind that I wasn't going to run yesterday. I figured I would lazily read my latest addiction, Korealife Blog, and maybe do a little cleaning up or something like that. (yeah, that's it...) John talked me into running 6 miles - he started with 10 miles and negotiated his way down. I wanted to do nothing. He promised me a luxurious, oily massage and inappropriate behaviour if I got out there and pounded some trail.
Well, I'm an ass.
From my living room couch, the weather seemed deceptively mild so I hit the trail at 4:00p. It must have been in the 90's out there in the sun with no shade. My poor skin was screaming at me to take cover (I'm a fair-skinned redhead) or at least put some freakin' sunblock on but it was too late. I was already lumbering down the trail with my MP3 player and new NorthFace water-bottle carrier. (I'm not that impressed with it.) There was a point where I thought that I was doing okay and might even be able to eek out 10 miles, but then my sanity kicked in and I realized that even 3 miles was too much out there in the heat. I turned around at the 5k mark and headed back to the car. After about 10 minutes, I had to walk-something I RARELY do during a run. I kept trying to conserve my water and try to jog a bit. I hate feeling 'stuck' on a run and then walking. It just takes longer to get back to the car. One time I had to use the bathroom (not #1) and just ran faster so that I could get back to the car faster. If I slowed to a walk, I'd just be out there longer...
Anyway, I passed a couple gas stations and some stores and seriously thought about calling John and asking him to come pick me up, but I had no money on me and I knew that he was out in the garage and wouldn't hear the phone. I continued with my sad, little walk, jog, ask God for mercy, walk, jog, etc... routine until I got the car. I don't think I'll ever do a full-sun run like that again. Ever. (this is a good time to fade to a post in the future where I do the exact same thing) Ended up doing about 6 awful miles and I won't even report my ridiculously long time.
Decided to head out again this morning for and easy 3-miler and do the same trail, but at 8:00a instead. The weather was quite nice for summer and I ran in a new pair of Columbia technical shorts and a New Balance jersey-type shirt. I normally only run in spandex shorts, but thought I would give these shorts a try. They did well and didn't bunch up to much in the inner thigh. I never felt any akward rubbing or anything else, either. I think they're a keeper.
However, I did run in some Steve Madden low-cut socks that became the bane of my existence. They have a logo that is placed right smack on the instep/arch and normally never bothers me. Today, it felt like there was a needle pressed into my shoe everytime I stepped down. Oh my God - it hurt so much. I also managed to develop a nice, little blister on my achilles because I these stupid socks. As soon as I got home, I tossed 'em.
Separately, I don't know what's happening to my shoes. I must be running really weird, because there's MAJOR wear going on with them in a really odd place. I don't get it because I got them in March and I haven't logged any crazy mileage in them, yet. They are my first pair of Saucony, though. Hmmmm.... maybe we have mice that actually like to chew symmetrically.... whatever...
Well, I'm an ass.
From my living room couch, the weather seemed deceptively mild so I hit the trail at 4:00p. It must have been in the 90's out there in the sun with no shade. My poor skin was screaming at me to take cover (I'm a fair-skinned redhead) or at least put some freakin' sunblock on but it was too late. I was already lumbering down the trail with my MP3 player and new NorthFace water-bottle carrier. (I'm not that impressed with it.) There was a point where I thought that I was doing okay and might even be able to eek out 10 miles, but then my sanity kicked in and I realized that even 3 miles was too much out there in the heat. I turned around at the 5k mark and headed back to the car. After about 10 minutes, I had to walk-something I RARELY do during a run. I kept trying to conserve my water and try to jog a bit. I hate feeling 'stuck' on a run and then walking. It just takes longer to get back to the car. One time I had to use the bathroom (not #1) and just ran faster so that I could get back to the car faster. If I slowed to a walk, I'd just be out there longer...
Anyway, I passed a couple gas stations and some stores and seriously thought about calling John and asking him to come pick me up, but I had no money on me and I knew that he was out in the garage and wouldn't hear the phone. I continued with my sad, little walk, jog, ask God for mercy, walk, jog, etc... routine until I got the car. I don't think I'll ever do a full-sun run like that again. Ever. (this is a good time to fade to a post in the future where I do the exact same thing) Ended up doing about 6 awful miles and I won't even report my ridiculously long time.
Decided to head out again this morning for and easy 3-miler and do the same trail, but at 8:00a instead. The weather was quite nice for summer and I ran in a new pair of Columbia technical shorts and a New Balance jersey-type shirt. I normally only run in spandex shorts, but thought I would give these shorts a try. They did well and didn't bunch up to much in the inner thigh. I never felt any akward rubbing or anything else, either. I think they're a keeper.
However, I did run in some Steve Madden low-cut socks that became the bane of my existence. They have a logo that is placed right smack on the instep/arch and normally never bothers me. Today, it felt like there was a needle pressed into my shoe everytime I stepped down. Oh my God - it hurt so much. I also managed to develop a nice, little blister on my achilles because I these stupid socks. As soon as I got home, I tossed 'em.
Separately, I don't know what's happening to my shoes. I must be running really weird, because there's MAJOR wear going on with them in a really odd place. I don't get it because I got them in March and I haven't logged any crazy mileage in them, yet. They are my first pair of Saucony, though. Hmmmm.... maybe we have mice that actually like to chew symmetrically.... whatever...
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