Today, I am enjoying a rare opportunity: The kids are at school and I am not! Glorious. Simply glorious.
So, I wanted to get the day started on the right foot -- pun, totally intended -- by getting my day's run done. Going in to it, I wasn't feeling it. I don't know if it's the season (so dang hot out!), the streak (day #40 today), my current efforts with building mileage, or hormones, or a combo thereof, but I just felt like I was dragging myself out there.
I bargained with myself that instead of doing the 7 I'd planned, I could just do 3-4 and make today a "rest" day, but I had to get out and do something. Thankfully, as is almost always the case, even when I'm tired, a mile or 2 into the run, I felt good and I knew I could go forth and do the full 7 I had planned.
But, lordy, it wasn't without effort. It was so frickin' hot out there and SO effing humid that I just slogged through the run. Or, swam. Whatev. There was no breeze and the air was THICK.
I took it uber-slow and just ran through that sauna for 7 miles.
When I got home, I was absolutely soaked in sweat. SOAKED. Sports bra? Soaked. Shorts? Dripping. Socks and shoes? Squishing.
Shark farts! It. was. gross.
However, the great part of this story returns to what I started with: No kids at home! So after a cool shower, I turned on the fan in the bedroom and laid down for 30 minutes -- relishing the cool and the quiet of being able to relax and recover from a run in this way.
Now, I'm off for the day's true reward: A day-date with Jerry! We have some errands to run, and then we're going out to lunch and then we're going to see "Batman"!