It’s 91 degrees out with 43 % humidity and it’s still early. The weather forecast is showing 101 degrees by the peak of the day. I knew it was going to be a hot one but I just couldn’t drag myself out of bed after a late night of scrap-booking. Yes, I made head way on the kids’ Birth to whenever books and stayed out until past midnight.
Around 10 am I finally changed out of the jammies and into my run wear. It seemed to take me forever to get it together to get out the door for a very short run, but a run none-the-less. Hot? Yes, it was hot already and I tried not to get discouraged by telling myself that I’d just go for 3 miles. I demanded a “quality” run today; no easy run would satisfy me. I didn’t figure that this would be an issue since my run would be so short.
Down the street, I passed the neighbors putting large amounts of drinks into a cooler of ice. I turned the corner and headed up the street. With the traffic passing in the other direction, I kept to the sidewalk only slightly irritated by the curbs at the end of each block. Hot as it was, I found myself moaning and groaning here and there. I didn’t want to let the slow pace creep into the run. I pushed harder and harder.
I was heading back towards home not long after I started. My breathing was heavy in the heat of the morning as I pushed even harder. The only problem was that there were MANY cars coming in and out of the grocery store/coffee shop parking lot. They would creep onto the sidewalk to wait for a clearing to move into the street. I wanted to yell for them to get out of the way, but I didn’t.
The man in the big blue car could have waited for me to go before he blocked the sidewalk. He saw me, but I guess he just wanted to see if I would run in front of him and let him hit me. I didn’t. Then there was the mini-van, who made eye contact with me signaling that I could go past in front of her car, only another car was entering the drive on the other side of her. I just stopped running to let them both go. Even though I really tried not to look massively annoyed that the 2nd car couldn’t enter the driveway faster and get out of the way, I know that it showed. The driver just looked at me and it seemed like she was parked instead of driving.
Deep breath. Now RUN. Finally, I was free from the parking lot traffic and on the home stretch. I tried to pick up the pace but I didn’t seem to be successful in this. It just wasn’t happenening anymore. I thought of the amazing performance of Floyd Landis, and tried to use it to fuel my final stretch. I pushed onward. I ran HARD and reminded myself of the plan; 3 miles…just 3 miles. I watched my GPS constantly in those last hundredths of that 3rd mile and began walking immediately after hearing beep for mile 3.
I walked home as I reviewed my stats. Time: 25:35 (8:31/mile pace) YES! Mission accomplished.