Monday. Most people's least favorite day of the week. The end of the weekend, the beginning of the school/work week. And for me, it also meant 3:30pm practice. Now, you might be thinking, "3:30pm practices? No big deal." Well my friend, let me enlighten you as to why this is a big deal. As you may know, I go to school and run in southern North Carolina, and 3:30pm in late August means one thing and one thing only: mid-90's and more humidity than your mind can comprehend. When you step outside, you begin to steam like the vegetables in the cafeteria for dinner. For every drop of sweat you'd lose in normal conditions, you lose a gallon here (okay, that might be a bit exaggerated, but you get my point). And so, at 3:15 I stepped out of my dorm and headed over to the track. I felt the sun instantly and was already dreaming about finding AC again. We warmed up with 2 miles on the track and drills. Never before in my life had a warm-up left me feeling so beat. The plan for the rest of the day? 8 miles to meet my average daily miles of 10. And so we ran. And I felt the heat and humidity. I thought it would never let up. But then, out of nowhere, I didn't notice it. I was locked into my run and feeling great. Sure, it was still hot as hell and I was sweating like crazy, but I wasn't fazed. At the end of the 8th mile it began to rain and I felt even more rejuvenated. We dropped the pace again and it didn't bother me. When we ended, we had clocked a 64 minute 10-miler. Then it hit me. No, I wasn't used to this weather yet, no one ever gets used to it. I had simply gotten my body to the point where I can push through it. After a very good strength training session, I had an endorphin high like none other. It's time. I'm ready for this season. Less than 2 weeks to go until our first race. NOB.
Also, I got new flats today! :)
great!
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