F the Humidity
Cause, I’m back!
Thank you Eminem for the wonderfully obscene “Without Me” lyrics that inspired the title to this blog post.
My last run outside before today was Saturday, August 15, and by the end of the 9.25 miles, I seriously thought I had some kind of terminal illness that was slowly eating away at my insides. There could be no other explanation for the slow pace, the overwhelming fatigue, and violent vomiting. It was bad. If I could have seen myself on that trail around mile 6, I probably would have looked white as a sheet. I say all this rather jokingly, but I went home and slept for two hours – two hours!! After a nine mile run. There had to be something wrong.
I took 4 days off completely after that run and swore I wasn’t going outside again for a long time. The following Thursday I got back on the Treadmill. Then again on Friday, Saturday and yesterday. And, this is what transpired:
Thursday – 5 miles in 41:32 (8:18)
Friday – 5 miles in 42:50 (8:34)
Saturday – 13.1 miles in 1:55:12 (8:48)
Tuesday – 6 miles in 50:02 (8:20)
So, of course, I had to re-think my terminal illness theory. There’s nothing wrong with me. I ran a half marathon comparable to some of my race times, it just happened to be inside.
I’ve been waiting for a cool day to go outside again and today was vastly better than the typical August Pittsburgh day. The humidity wasn’t at an “Amazon Basin” like percentage and the temp barely hit 70. LOVE!!!! So all morning I was excited to go run outside. I was scrutinizing what I ate knowing I was going to run at lunch time. I had yogurt. Why did I have a yogurt? I hardly EVER eat yogurt and today decided to have one. The day I’m going to run outside. I spent some time worrying about that. Worry about having enough carbs, but not too much.
Do you see the ridiculousness of this? I’m going to run 4 freaking miles. It’ll be over before my stomach can even figure out what’s happening – haha. So I stopped worrying about it. I just wanted my first run outside to be perfect, no excuses.
I ran. Outside. I felt good, but I didn’t want to look at my watch because what if I felt like I was going fast and it was really a 10:00 mile in disguise? I heard the first mile click over and I couldn’t resist, I had to look….. 8:22. Okay, not bad, but not fair either because that whole first mile was downhill. I kept going, talking to myself “it’s just like the treadmill, no harder, your legs are moving the same speed”. I thought about my upper body “keep everything above the waist relaxed, let the legs do the work, deep…even…breaths”. Listened to my music. Mile 2……. 8:38. I’m doing it, see, you aren’t crazy or sick.
I ran an 8:50 the third mile (slow incline, a hill and an a-hole in a yellow jeep almost running me over slowed me down) Yep, a guy turning right out of his company parking lot almost hit me. He ONLY looked left and then put his foot on the gas when he saw no cars were coming – never even looked right. I had to jump out of the way too quickly to even flip him the bird and he looked at me like I was at fault! Hey buddy, I’m pretty sure if you hit and kill me – it’s going to be your fault. I mean people walk all over this park at lunch time. Sheesh!
4th mile, back down to an 8:37 to finish the run. I was so happy I almost cried. All those struggles. Falling and getting back up, brushing myself off over and over and over. All of my despair, all of my worrying could simply be an issue with the weather. I can’t run in the heat and humidity.
I can’t run in the heat and humidity outside. Period. For now, I have to live by this one rule. Obviously, I can perform inside and when the conditions are good outside as well.
So bring on the fall, the 40 degree mornings, the tights, the gloves, the hats and yes, maybe even some snow. I’m ready to get moving again. I have 52 days until the Buffalo Creek Half Marathon. Maybe a PR isn’t out of the question.