Demoralizing run
What is with this wacked out weather? On Sunday I did my long run in 21 degree temps. On Monday, I did 3 short miles in 61 degrees. Holy shock to the system! I’m not a hot weather runner by any means but it’s scary that 60 degrees made me feel like I was running through the desert with bricks in my pockets. I hope it was just because the change was so sudden. Here’s the thing…I’m contemplating a fall marathon but if 3 miles in 60 degree weather has me near tears, how the eff will I complete an 18 miler in mid-August? I mean, 18 miles scares me but the thought of 18 miles in August is absolutely, crap-my-pants horrifying. I don’t know. I really just don’t know what to do. It’s something to ponder for the next few months.
Speaking of having a bad day, Primo was equally troubled this weekend when he was subjected to a bath:
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