A Sweat Tsunami.
Summer has arrived on the Gulf Coast and my evening 12-miler was a sweaty affair to say the least. Thankfully Hubby was around to document the damage.
|Post run: The cold floor tiles feel sooooo good!|
Just ignore the puddle of sweat...
After 2 slow, slogging hours in the sun, I wanted nothing more than to cool off and put my feet up. The floor tiles just happened to be the coldest thing in the house. If I could have taken a nap in the refrigerator, I probably would have.
What I didn't count on was condensation. 2 minutes after laying down, I realized I was making a sweat puddle.
Sexy, I know.
But I'm proud of it.
Today tried really hard to be a no good, very bad day. (I did my fair share of cussing, whining, and complaining, to be sure.)
This morning's thunder and lightning tried to sideline me. My mid-day was steamrolled by project deadlines at work (yes, working on Saturday. Ugh.) and California non-resident tax forms. (Hello California, could you make the forms any more confusing?)
When I went out the door this evening, I was already in a pissy mood. The temperature could have turned me around for home. The heat was just another straw on the bad-day camel's back.
But, knowing I needed a little extra motivation, I packed my mp3 player (rare event unless I'm on a treadmill). I played some of my favorite running songs and just kept putting one foot in front of the other for 120 minutes.
I admit that I wussed out a little and turned down streets for their shadiness or lack-of-hills, rather than tackling a tougher route. I won't claim this was my "best run ever." In fact, there were times when it was downright ugly. (Photo above is an excellent case-in-point...)
I did, truth be told, stop back at home at the 100-minute mark, grab a glass of ice water (my water bottle was bone dry) and ask/beg Hubby to come trot with me for the last 20 minutes.
And then took the photo.
..but it will be harder for him to use it as blackmail now that I've posted it on the interwebs. Heh.
What's your strategy for coping with a bad day?