It’s not the heat that really gets to you. It’s the humidity. It’s the fact that the sweat that’s dripping down your nose and your forehead and even your shins won’t evaporate. And what good is sweating when it won’t evaporate?
Last night wasn’t that bad when I put it in perspective, and think about how bad it will be in August. But it was the warmest, most humid weather that I’ve attempted to run in this year, and it was 5:30 p.m. no less.
I’ve been a big slacker since the Half Ironman. Oh, I’ve run plenty of races and done a couple triathlons and even had a couple of my best bike outings ever and gotten close to a 30:00 5K again. But during the week I’ve been a big slacker. I can feel the fitness slowing slipping away. I’m going to try to hang with June at the 5K this weekend, but I’m not sure I can, especially if it’s humid. Time to pick up the pieces if possible.
I did 3 miles last night and pushed pretty hard. I finished, gasping, in 32:20. It was nasty humid. My body hasn’t adjusted to that yet.