Day 1: It's 108 degrees out. I am dumb but I am not that dumb. I head to the gym for speed work on the treadmill. It's bad, but not as bad as I thought it would be. Nor was it as boring as I thought it would be.
Day 2: It's 99 degrees out. Pull out the parkas and yank on the ski socks. I head out for the planned hill repeats. Tip: 16 ounces of water in a handheld won't get you through 45 minutes of hills, a warmup and a cooldown. I sat on an air conditioning vent for 30 minutes when I got home and the shower still didn't take.
Day 3: A fantastic run in the rain. It was sort of raining when I left but started pouring, pouring, about 10 minutes in. I got to splash through the puddles as I wove my way through the neighborhood for 5 or so miles. When I got home I looked like this:
|My hair is serpentine.|
Day 5: Seven steady miles on a flat trail. All was well until the last half-mile when a hill I run routinely decided to attempt to kill me.
Why am I doing this again? For the Philly marathon in November. More importantly, to raise dollars for the Philadelphia Ronald McDonald House. A place that I hope none of you ever have the need for but a place that benefits so many families at my job whose newborns are crazy sick. Fundraising so far is going well! I am only about $150 from my goal. At first I was surprised by this because I am bad at collecting dollaz but then I thought about the fact that I am fortunate to have kind and generous family and friends and I was no longer surprised.
If you want to peek at my fundraising page, click THIS!