Yes, I live in Dallas for many reasons, but not a single one is because of the weather. I hate the heat. I can deal with the two months of Spring and the two months of Fall, but the summer just about kills me. I spend most of the time in doors in the air conditioning or in someone swimming pool. Just can't stand it.
So, just imagine how happy I was last night to run a 5k in 82 degrees with humidity. I thought I was going to die. After 2.7 miles I just turned to my friend and said "we have to stop". We walked for about .2 miles and then finished it up. I could have probably ran the whole thing, but I wasn't happy. Isn't this running thing supposed to be fun? I wasn't having fun.
Our time was about 2 minutes slower then the 5k I ran back in March when it was 45 degrees. We just wooshed through that thing. It was lovely. The air was brisk. I was all bundled up.
Last night, I was sweating buckets. It was nasty. Seriously. I wouldn't let the race photographer get a picture. Really don't want to be captured red faced and dry heaving my way down the Katy Trail.
I guess this means I'm switching to running in the mornings...
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But at least you did it!! I'm going in the morning after I get Meeks up, exhausted, and back to napping...
I need to get back into some sort of workout routine.
Good thing you finished. Way to go!
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