Last night was right up there for the absolute least I’ve ever wanted to run. I had to go to court late, it was unbelievably disgusting outside for the millionth night in a row, and my legs felt terrible. I was sitting on the couch basically 100% convinced that I was taking the night off. I somehow got dressed and convinced myself that I had to do SOMETHING. It was too late to start a long run so I just got myself to commit to running 7 as easy as I could. I did a loop through Port Imperial to mix things up a little bit and I finished in something like 64 minutes. It sucked but I’m glad I did it.
Tonight is a top 10 contender for most I have ever sweat on a run. Right now its 83/feels like 85 and it’s 8:40pm, and the sun has been down for like an hour, so that should give some perspective to the grossness. When I walked outside at like 7 my first thought was just “ugh” at the wall of humidity. I knew midday, when it was about 93 degrees that I was not going to even bother a longer run, but all I have left for the next few days were 6,8,10, 16 and 17. I wanted to save the 6 miler, and have hopefully tomorrow night and Monday pegged for the real long ones depending on the weather. I have an 8 mile loop that I get through pretty quickly, so I decided on that. My watch was dead so I just put on Hardcore History and went out door, hit 4 miles, searched for a water fountain by a football field and never found one, and ran 4 back. I timed the 7th mile and it was an 8:15 which was pretty good but I knew the beginning was way slower. My legs felt better tonight but the heat has just been crippling and there’s not much I can do about that.
Finally, I weighed 208 tonight after my run which is totally unfair because I was crazy dehydrated but it’s what I weighed, so I am taking it. My plan is 16 tomorrow, 6 Saturday, and then either 10 or 17 on Sunday and Monday depending on how I feel. See ya later!