I can’t say I didn’t leave early enough this weekend, even on the hottest day of the year in D.C. (So far. Ugh.) I got up at five and was out the door by 5:50, which was impressive, since all I wanted to do was crawl back into bed.
It took me until 7 to finish five miles. My GPS app doesn’t like my new iPhone case, so I got home and realized that I still had two more miles to go before I hit my 9 miles. If it had been any later in the day, or if I had hit 8 miles instead of 7, I would probably just have left it as it was, but my OCD kicked in. It was only 7:30 a.m. so I mapped out two more miles and got it done. I think I ended up a tenth of a mile short, but I’m okay with that. It was 82 degrees when I started and something like 95 when I stopped. 8.9 miles is good enough.
Then I went to a Nationals game in the afternoon. Combining the two may have been a mistake – our seats were in right field, which gets the full afternoon sun, and I couldn’t hack it over there. I ended up in the shade with a headache, despite drinking lots and lots of water. (Okay, and two beers, but I interspersed them with water. That was a bad idea too, apparently, but they tasted so good!)
I ended up napping for a few hours when I got back, which worked out pretty well since I had to go pick up my husband-person from the airport around 11 p.m. and he was all wound up, so we stayed up for a few hours chatting. Then I slept lots more. Sleep is grrrreeeeeaaaat.
So, all in all, I feel pretty good about the run. I did it, I ran probably 7 out of 9 miles, and I am on track. Now if only this heat wave breaks before Godzilla gets here: