Disgusting and muggy this morning — really really gross. 88% humidity.
People, where I come from, it’s not even humid when it’s RAINING.
Only 70s though, which I guess is better than trying to run right now when it’s 90 outside.
Despite all the icknast, I did 4 miles in about 43 minutes and felt pretty F%!#&;@ spectacular.
I was only supposed to do three this morning but I felt so good, I kept going. I know there’s a fine line between taking advantage of feeling great, and milking it so much you end up hating yourself later; I think adding an extra mile was a good balance.
And for my duh moment of the day: I just remembered I’m signed up for a 10k Saturday even though I’d like to run nine or 10 miles.
So the question I put to you is: do I just spank the 10k and call it a day, or do I run the 10k slowly and carefully and then run another 5k immediately after? (I don’t believe in the whole splitting mileage thing. It might be good exercise, but it doesn’t really count.)
Since my pit stop method seems to be rather effective, I’m leaning toward the latter. And for you sickos out there: running a 10k Saturday and a 15k Sunday is not a valid option for me, so don’t you dare even suggest it.
Anyhoo – tonight I’m going to try out boxing. Because running apparently isn’t punishing me enough.
Bye bye now.