by Ali on September 5, 2010
not from dehydration, but caused by the cool, oh, some might even say cold temps this morning.
What’s really, really exciting? I began the run in a long sleeved shirt. It took me 20 minutes to find one to wear, but it was definitely needed for the first 10 minutes this morning.
We did the last Port Stanley Run ever this year today. What a difference cool temps and no humidity makes. G, K and I had a fabulous run. It wasn’t just us. We’ve done the run once already this summer and a waterstop once. Each time it was hot and humid. Soul sucking. You could see the energy drain from everyone in the final miles. Smiles at the finish were few and far between, I think the ones that could muster the energy were smiling because they were done.
Today was different. It seemed like everyone had a great run. Faster than any other run this summer. There were smiles galore, yes to be done, but mostly for feeling so good.
A great confidence booster heading into marathon season.
by Ali on August 22, 2010
I’ve been a hot sweaty mess the last two mornings.
I got up early Saturday morning to get a run in before going to the trainer. Even at 6.30 am, with cool temps I was dripping when I was done.
It rained most of yesterday, giving a small bit of hope that the humid would clear.
I met the Gster at the park this morning, it felt cool, the temp was good there was even a light breeze, but after a couple miles my small bit of hope was washed away by the gallon of sweat I was producing.
Do you ever run with someone, knowing you are in this together, that you’ll pull each other through? But really you are thinking … for the love of all things apple, please, please, say you only want to do 4 miles.
That was my run this morning, first two miles good, third mile I’m hot, fourth mile I felt like I was carry one of those army backpacks and running in boots. By the fifth mile, it hadn’t gotten any better, but not any worse either, I think I just got used to it and sucked it up for the next 5 miles, or maybe it was the great company and conversation!
Humidity drains me. Maybe I’m not drinking enough, which is highly likely.
Ah September … I am looking forward to my first cool, long sleeved to start out run.
What’s your favourite running season?
by Ali on August 15, 2010
I arranged to meet the Gster at the tunnel Saturday morning for our run. He offered to pick me up, but I was all … no, I would love to do a few extra miles first, I’ll run from home (since I am without car) and meet you at the tunnel. For you internet peeps, the tunnel is 2k into our normal Saturday morning route, and about 3 miles from my home.
I figured I would leave about 30 minutes before our meeting time, have a nice leisurely warm up. At least this was my plan Friday afternoon.
I met up with the girls Friday night for dinner and a few drinks. Then we caught the late show.
I loved the book. LOVED. In fact numerous times in the first 67 pages I wondered if the author had stolen my life story, my emotions, my journey of losing it all and trying to find who I was. The movie was just okay.
Anyway, we went to the late showing. It got out at 12.45am. By the time I crawled into bed it was a mere 4 and a half hours til I had to crawl back out. I slept through the alarm. I finally came to 10 minutes before I was due to leave for my leisurely warm up.
F&*k F&*k F&*k F&*k F&*k
In my mad rush to get out the door, I opted for clothing and my garmin over food and water. One mile into my run, I started regretting my red wine and tea hydration tactic the night before. I was wishing I had gone braless, drank some water instead for wasting 5 minutes searching for a matching sports bra.
Note to self, in a time crunch hydration takes precedences over colour coordination.
Thanks to a not so leisurely pace I made it on time. Then the Gster got to listen to be whine and complain for the next 6 miles. I hit the wall face first around mile 4, a sweaty mess just praying for the torture to end. I am supposed to keep G motivated and entertained to get his miles in, Saturday he got me through it.
This morning, instead of running we did this …
a little roadside waterstop.
If you are ever having a down day, organize a waterstop for runners. It’s the biggest ego boasting, fill your heart with joy event you can do. Everyone that stops thanks you a hundred times, tells you how grateful they are, smiles, praises your tap water like it was vintage champagne. It’s a love fest.
