Hot Hot Heat
I’m doing a race Thursday afternoon. It’s a 3 mile, and I was hoping to do a good pace time with it. It’s been really hot, though, and every time I run I feel like I just woke up from a 1000 year nap. Always a slog.
If this week and last were rainy and cool, then maybe I would feel good about it. But I think I’m going to let this one go and just run it. I will feel better between now and then if I just let it go.
I often wonder what it would be like to be a runner living someplace never cold and never hot. Do they not have these tiny personal dramas?
