I’m in Orlando, feeling guilty about missing yet another snow storm at home in New York. That being said, and expecting no sympathy from anyone at home, I should mention that it’s too freakin’ hot down here. Again, I can hear your groans. But it was 83° at 6pm today. Yesterday, it was even warmer. I went out running with my friend and colleague Paul, expecting to start with him, and then do a 4 mile tempo run. But it was just to hot. hot hot hot.
Today, I decided to give it another try. I drank water all day, vitamin zero, etc. I headed out once again, and the weather felt great. Nice.
I was trying to do a tempo run, a sustained effort for four miles, ideally at 7:00 pace. What the hell am I talking about? Here’s a fairly snarky article on the subject of tempo runs.The trafic lights weren’t with me with my tempo plan — I kept having to stop. Which feel like defeats the purpose of a threshold run. I was still fairly happy with the splits: 6:44, 6:38, 6:39, 6:44. At the end, I had to walk for a few minutes just to really cool down.
Then the fun began — I started to run back to my hotel, cut through a subdivision which turned out to be a dead end. My 15 minute run back to the hotel took 45 minutes. Ug.
I’m running a half marathon on Saturday, and I’m hoping to do well. That being said, running so hard today feels like a mistake. Stress! That being said, I’m happy to run in the warmth. Just don’t tell anyone up north.
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