OK, I have learned my lesson. I am not intended to run in the heat. The end.
Friday night, Stephanie and I went out to our old Peeler Road path to run. I was scheduled to do 43 minutes. Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
I got to about 23 before my body flipped me the bird.
I felt kinda woozy, a little nauseated, and mostly just wilty.
The last time I felt like that was after Race for the Taste while Tricia and I were wandering around EPCOT sucking down boozy slushies and escargots. A little H2O fixed things -- I was just dehydrated. And the same was true on Friday. So, I walked back to the cars with Stephanie, and kind of whipped out of there in a hurry, stopped at a drive-thru on my way home for fluids and voila! Instantly better. Stupid heat.
So yesterday (Sunday) I was scheduled for 5 miles. Now, when I do my weekend distance runs, I can walk as much as I need to - I just need to cover X amount of ground. Thank goodness, because three songs into my run, I was gassing out. Luckily, having learned from Friday's less-than-stellar performance, I had water with me, but it sure went fast!
It took me a very pokey 75 minutes to go 5 measly miles. Oh, well! At least I did it.
Onward ho!
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