Hot Hot Hot!

I've been living on the edge lately and screwing around with my training calendar. Instead of having 2 weeks of shorter mile long runs (15 or less), I decided that I wanted to trade one for a 20-mile run. That way, by race day, I would have 2-20 miler and 1-22 mile runs under my belt. If I can't fully be prepared for the hills, at least I can fully be prepared for the mileage.

Only it's way too hot to be running at all. These kind of temps are why A/C was invented, and we really should be enjoying it all the time! The high was 94 degrees, in the shade. But the good news was that I stayed hydrated in the hot temps and didn't need any LeBroning. It was so miserable though, that I would have accepted a ride home from a creepy man in a van with no windows without even thinking twice about it.

It almost turned out much more dire. When it's so hot, I wear my Camelbak, which holds 1.5 liters (not nearly enough), and I carry a water bottle, which I refill numerous times. When I'm running hills, I leave the water bottle at the bottom of the hill and drink out of it each time I finish a "lap." I've been worried someone would toss out my water bottle, thinking it was trash, and it finally happened today. I got to the bottom of the hill and my water bottle was gone. I was pissed. I marched across the street, looked into the trashcan at the park, and there it was. Sitting on a pile of dog poop in little plastic bags was my water bottle. I grabbed it, wiped off the top, and went on my way. Yes, there were people watching as I was dumpster diving. No, I didn't care.

Miles logged: 20.0