Crunchy ‘Nanas

Me.

As it’s chilly and rainy today, I decided to run at the gym at lunch. Everything was going fine until I realized I’d left the water bottle in the back of the car (which is just lame anyway as I’d listened to it rolling around in the back of the car the whole drive). As I’d already changed, there are water fountains in the gym and I only planned to run 3 miles, I decided to skip getting soaked by a return trip to the car and just get on with business.

I ran 5 kilometers - 3.1 miles - so hardly a marathon, and I am zonked. Completely wiped out! I feel like I ran a race, yet a very bad race - slower than normal and without the happiness, nor the feeling of accomplishment. And no t-shirt. At one point this evening, I decided to put my head down for 20 minutes. In that 20 minutes, while I tried to get the thoughts buzzing around my head and the queasiness to subside, I happened upon a realization. I am not used to running in the “heat”. Most of my runs are now done at a couple degrees above freezing, if I am lucky, with icy wind whipping at my face and layers upon layers of clothing keeping me warm.

California girl gone soft! (Or hard, depending on how you choose to look at it.) Today, I got warm. I sweated warm sweat. It was like old times. You know, when it was summer and I was there, running in the warm sunshine, sweating warm sweat, drinking water during the run.

Yeah okay, drinking water during the run, not just before and after it. Lesson learned: next time, it’s back out into the pouring rain to get the water bottle.

But really, 3 miles?

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