I promise - I didn't fall off the wagon. In fact, I think I may be driving it.
After a fantastically lazy weekend at the Current River in Missouri, I came home injured and vowing not to run no matter how guilty I might feel. We spent our Sunday floating in inner tubes for seven hours over what had to be the sharpest rocks I've ever had the displeasure of walking on. I'm now sporting a 1" long, 1" deep cut on the inner pad of my right foot. Next time I'll pack more adequate footwear. But when I walked through my door at 4 p.m. Monday afternoon, I realized I couldn't just not go. I mean, I am writing about it.
And then the weather...
Monday was by far the hottest, stickiest, most gruelling afternoon of exercise I've ever endured, bar none. That being said, I'm still glad I went. The crowds were down, the spirits were struggling, but the coaches were there, smiling as always and encouraging us all to keep moving, despite the heat.
It felt like my lungs were filling with hot water instead of air. OK, that's an exaggeration. Blame it on the day job. (A big thank you goes out to all the coaches. I'm genuinely impressed by your dedication.)
On a side note, I've had no trouble with either the water bottle or key-issue since I last wrote. Thanks girls, the tips are great. On the other hand I'm now facing a new enemy: dreaded tan lines. I despise them in ways men hate Lifetime movies or shoe-shopping on Saturdays. I wear SPF 50 sunblock and I'm still developing a despicable little line around my ankles that drives me positively batty. I'm ranting now, please overlook it.
I'll see you all again this Monday. Take care of yourselves and don't forget to work in a few sessions during the week. I know, I don't love them either, but I'm more afraid of embarrassing myself at the 5K than I am of impending mosquito bites or allergy-inducing lawn mowers. Don't you just love summer in the South??
