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Fair Weather Runner

I rarely use the "H" word, as in strongly dislike.  I think it is over used and a bit too strong for most situations.  But, after this past week, I think that I could use it for one thing . . .

Summer Running

Now, I love to run. But after a run in the middle of the day in the Maryland heat and humidity I think I could use the H word for it.  I know it was not the smartest thing to do . . . head out for a 4 mile run at around 11:30 AM, just when the sun was getting warmed up to reach its peak.  But, I figured that I should try to run in the heat.  After all, I am running the Annapolis 10 miler at the end of August . . .it cannot get any hotter than that!  So, I decided to run in the heat of the day.

A mistake. A very bad mistake.

3 miles into the run, I shut off my garmin and WALKED. I walked for about a half a mile before I decided that I should run again just so I could get home sooner.  It was hot.  I was soaking with sweat and I had drunk most of my water bottle.


While running that run, I kept on thinking, "This is why I have no desire to run Fall races" I "strongly dislike" training in the summer." To me it is torture.  I would rather run on a treadmill for hours than in that heat.

Give me snow on the ground to run through, rather than the stagnant hot air on a humid day.  Give me layers of clothes and running gloves to keep me warm through a run in the middle of winter rather than wishing there was a way to make clothes more breathable and "wickable"!

So, yes, I am a fair weather runner.  I would gladly run every day in the winter, than to head out in this heat.  I guess the treadmill and I will become close friends until mid-September!

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  1. Confession: I "H" summer running too. I suck at it and my pace drops significantly when I run outside in this MD heat/humidity. Also, all I can seem to think about is water when I'm out there. LOL Needless to say, I've been hitting the dreadmill lately. :)

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  2. Wooowww.... I can't believe you made 3 miles in this heat without passing out!!! This is some of the most intense heat I have ever experienced. I walked from the house to the minivan and I was drenched it sweat! Last night while driving home, I noticed it was still in the 90s at 9:00 pm!! YUK!! (We are in Frederick.) I'm doing the treadmill this week :) My husband went to Texas last week for our friends' ordination and it was over 100 degrees but no humidity and he instantly asked me if we could move down there!!!

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  3. Oh how I can relate to this. Down here in GA the heat has been unbearable. Today I think the heat index was around 106. I've run twice this week and haven't made it past 4 miles and that's with more walking than I care to think of. On my last run I really thought I should just give up.

    Then this morning a friend of mine shared Phil. 4:6-7 and it hit me right where I needed it to.

    I'm with you on the heat. I just keep imagining how fast I'll be in the winter (a girl can dream can't she?).

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