Warm Ways

I get why women have a second kid after a painful childbirth of the first one. 

Short term memory, I guess. 

Last Saturday was my foray back into the running group I bitched about for the last five months. 

I came from a different place this time. I don't have to like them, or they me. But I'm ok with the structure of the runs. 

Weekends are 4-20 miles, as the weeks progress. Tuesdays are 3-6 miles. 

Yesterday kind of sucked.

While we don't run until 18:00, it was still 87°.  87 fucking degrees.  Add to that another 10 when you're running. 

There were choice of routes - 3 or 4 miles. I went with the latter. On Saturday, I took the longer route too. I think I've put in the work this year and can run with the big boys. Sure, they don't let me play in their reindeer games, but I don't need to. 

I need someone to set up the runs. They don't really hold me accountable, but I do. I have a set date / time and route. The rest is up to me. 

I think, due to the heat, most people opted for the 3 miler. I went the 4. Due to that, I ended up running with one of the coaches. I think they got their feedback from a survey they put out (and I didn't take). Usually they run ahead of everyone and their coaching is "good job", as they pass you. 

But this one, who is way way way faster than I, just stayed with me for a mile. And we chatted. She helped, unknowingly, as it was hot, and I was struggling and it was mile 3 to 4. But I not only kept my pace, I picked it up too. But she wanted to talk, which was ok. 

At the last turn, she stopped to wait for others who might not have known the route. 

My time was ok. I started out super strong, then came the hills. And the heat. 

As much as I complained about running in low double digit temps, I would take that an day over the heat. But it's 15 more weeks of this. In summer. 

It's gonna be hot. 

Song by: Fleetwood Mac