Which is what I tried to do. I ran what I hoped would be a quick 4 Saturday morning before I went into work. Not so much. The humidity was 90%, and even though it was 65 degrees, it felt like I was running in a sponge. My friend Penny used the word moist to describe the conditions. While that pretty much sums it up, there's something uncomfortable about that word, isn't there? Anyways, I eaked out an average of 8:54 minutes/mile, and was happy that I at least was sub-9 for that short run. There were puddles everywhere.
When I left work around 1 pm, it was 85 degrees and sunny. Crazy, right? I decided that I wanted to take my kayak out for a
Well, I got the last laugh. Not only did the park district employees help me take the kayak off the car, they carried it down the hill to the lake for me. The studly park district employee with the big biceps (man, he was cute!) told me to come find him when I was done and he'd put the kayak back on my car. No problem, right? Meanwhile, I headed out onto the lake into the sunshine.
This is the retention pond where I do my speedwork, and a lot of my long slow runs. I also run here quite a bit in the winter because the path is plowed and sanded, and the bathroom is open and heated. I've never been out on the water though, and I really enjoyed seeing the park and the path from a different perspective. I didn't have much company on the water, except for a dragon boat full of kids. They must have been learning to row because they kept stopping and listening to the instructors. I couldn't hear what they were saying but it wasn't warm and fuzzy. When the kids were rowing, they were grunting.
There was also another guy in a different type of kayak who was rowing furiously to get back and forth across the lake. I think he made 2 trips for each one of mine. Overachiever.
Me, I paddled at a nice leisurely pace. Got yelled at by a fisherman tho, when I ventured into a part of the lake that was apparently off limits to boats. Who knew?
I spent about an hour paddling around the lake, making 2 trips around it. It wasn't exciting but it was relaxing and just what I needed. I headed back to shore and my new boyfriend loaded my kayak back up on my Jeep.
Sunday morning I woke up to rain. It had rained all night and everything was even more soggy. I had a virtual 13.1 miler on tap for Sunday. My plan was to get up early and go. Mother Nature had other plans, clearly. But I checked the weather radar, and it looked like most of the rain was going to pass to the south of me. By 730, I was out the door.
Of course, the 90% humidity meant that I soon became a sweaty mess. I did a lot of puddle jumping on this one. The creek along the path was up to the top of its banks, and the retention ponds were starting to overflow. There weren't a lot of people out running, but I had plenty of company with the ducks. It was that kind of morning.
By the end of my run, I was completely soaked and exhausted. The last 3 miles were a lot of run/walk combo. This was a tough one--one of the toughest halfs I've run since last summer. Humidity is not my friend. I'll post a complete recap of this run on Wednesday, because the Wednesday word is Fortitude, and in these conditions, I needed a lot of fortitude to complete this run.
When I got home, I wrung out the sweat from my running clothes. Wow. I asked my son to take a picture of me as I dripped sweat all over the kitchen floor.
|I don't know if you can see but my skirt is completely saturated. With sweat.|
What's the weather like by you? This has been a really disappointing start to summer. I'm hoping that it turns around for us!
I'm linking up with Tara at RunningNReading for her weekend update! Check it out! Lots of great posts.