It's hot. It's humid. It's almost July and we still have 3.5 months til the Chicago Marathon. The heat and I don't do well. Unless I am on a boat. With a cold frosty beer in my hand. mmm beer. I am trying my best with these warm temperatures to push through them and keep myself hydrated and focused on the task at hand. I envy those who live in the Rockies or the Pacific Coast. They seem to have optimal weather for year round running. I know my husband would love to move back to the Rockies but eh I don't think that's happening anytime soon.
Today's group run consisted of my coach and I going out for a short warm up, coming back out to the trail to pick up the new half marathon trainers, going back out for a 2 mile run and coming back, dropping them off and heading back out to finish* the 10 mile total for the day.
On the third time out I started to feel some discomfort in my left foot. :( I seriously can NOT wait for those darn orthotics to come in now. There was a storm coming in and we were hoping to miss the majority of it. By the time we were close to our meeting point with our beverage boys (coaches husband and nephew who help out on the group runs!) my back starting to get painful. Now it's at this point where it's pouring rain (didn't feel that bad though I wish I had my visor), my foot hurts and now the roulette game of how much will my back hurt starts to happen. I decided to call it a day. My back hadn't hurt in about a month and I didn't want to do anything that will make it hurt more. Since I had done almost 10 last week (9.66 miles) it was best that I hitched a ride back to the main lot to end my day.
I ended up eating a good lunch at home (hoping to fight off any ravenous food cravings like I had last week), taking a shower and a short nap. I could have slept longer but one of my neighbors decided today was the day he wanted to play the bongo's. I wouldn't mind it, if he looked like Matthew McConaughey.....
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but alas he looks like this instead:
I kid you not. He really does look like this guy. Except he's normally seen with cut off jean shorts and no shirt. This neighbor is famous for having weekday parties that involve us calling the cops because nobody likes to hear people hooting and hollering at 2 am on a Wednesday. I call it the "someone got out of jail" party that happens regularly at their house.
The weather shifts into some cooler temps this week so let's hope it's nice out this week!