It's like Tuesdays with Morrie without all the wisdom
The Heat Hates Stupid People. So it Tried to Kill me.
It’s time to flip my morning routine around. I can’t run in the 9:30am heat. I usually put laundry in the washer, drink my coffee, eat my breakfast, check my email, let the coffee go to work *cough*, then hang the laundry on the line, then at least 1 or 2 kids are up, so I feed them, and then I run. But now it’s hot and on today’s run, my fingers swelled up to look like 10 portly thumbs, and I was really thirsty and around mile 4 I felt chilly and I thought, “Huh, that doesn’t seem right.” And the heat melted my Vaseline barrier that I always make in order to keep the rivers of sweat out of my eyes. So rivers of sweat ran in my eyes. And have you ever tried to dry your eyes with a tech shirt? It doesn’t work. That material might be made for wicking sweat away from my body, but it isn’t made to mop up the buckets of stinging sweat that my head produces, thus the Vaseline barrier. It usually works like a charm, as you can see by this rough sketch:
See how the sweat runs into the barrier and goes around and down without stinging my eyes? It’s lovely. See my big smile?
But today, The Heat wanted to punish me so this happened:
See my frown? That means I was sad. The Heat made me sad when it tried to kill me.
LOL.. you are making me miss running in the heat. Training for the Crim, our group runs were in the evenings. Well, through July and Aug we had some days of temps at or better than 90 degrees. If ‘feels like’ was 90+, run cut in 1/2. If 100+ run cancelled.
But, I loved it. 90 degrees, sun beating down, sweating like MAD. My favorite was when I had visible salt on my skin. Literally, white crystals.
I so miss it! you may have flipped a switch here cous.
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