Everybody Wanna Be a Triathlete. Don't Nobody Wanna Train in No Hot Ass Heat.

I don’t know what it is, but I can’t get out of the house in the morning. I’ve set reminders in my Outlook. I’ve gone to bed early. I’ve gotten up early. It doesn’t matter. I’m not getting to the gym before 8 am. I didn’t even try this morning. I was woken up at 7:04 by a two year old shoving me and telling me to get up. I moped around the house until about 8:30 and then went to work. I had to run long today. I had to. And since it was already 90 degrees by the time I arrived at my office I figured I might as well see how bad “bad” could get. I came home around 12:30 for lunch and a run in the afternoon sunshine. Doesn’t that sound nice? It wasn’t. I weighed myself before I ran, and I didn’t bring any fluids. I wanted to see how much I actually sweat. My run got off to an inauspicious start when my watch pretended it couldn’t find some satellites. It’s frustrating because my cell phone and the GPS in the van find them toot sweet. So I spent a few minutes sitting on my stoop waiting for my watch to get its act together. I did my regular five mile run: a mile north into Avondale, down along the river two and a half miles into Memorial Park, and a mile and a half back to my house. I tried not to die. That was the goal, and since I’m writing this, win for me. I ran slowly. It is so hard to keep my heart rate under control in this heat, but I did better than last week, so I think it can be done. I finished my run in fifty-nine minutes flat and lost four and a half pounds doing it. I wanted to get a rough gauge on my fluid levels over an hour of exercise in extreme heat. I think the dehydration/over-hydration rule of thumb is 10% of bodyweight and now I have an idea of where I am. I’m happy with today’s effort. I controlled my run but I suffered in the heat, so I got the best of both worlds. I’m going to try to get to the track early tomorrow for some interval training and then some time in the pool. Wish me luck.

If You’re Not Close To Death, How Do You Know You’re Alive?

I chose pain. I’m training in the sun this summer, and I started today. I went to the Y this morning to lift weights and when I was done I was planning to do my normal hour on the elliptical machine. But then I thought why not run outside? So I did. I headed out to my car, checked the thermometer, strapped on my iPod and took off towards the river. It was 87 degrees and I was wearing a black shirt. The only downside is that I didn’t have my Garmin 305. It took me less than five minutes to finish blasting my shoulders and to start running. The plan was to run to the Jacksonville Landing and back. I was less than ten steps in before I was out of breath. My body was still trying to deal with the fatigue from the weights when I was asking it to carry me up a bridge. I hated every moment of it, but this is how Kenyans and Ethiopians grow up, it’s their basic mode of travel, so running up hill in the heat is the way to go. On the way down the bridge over the railroad tracks, it wasn’t so much running as it was not quite falling down. Man was I happy about being in the shade, which didn’t last very long. I got to the bottom and found my stride. I cruised the half mile to the Landing, and then realized I had to run back. I started to lose it on the way back. I was wondering what the homeless people thought about runners. I was wondering if I would feel it when my heart exploded in my chest. I know heart attacks hurt, but this wouldn’t really be a heart attack. Heart attacks come from a lack of blood. My heart was just being pushed past its limits, especially going back up the bridge. I never felt as bad as I did during the River Run, so I never stopped. These were the thoughts that were running through my head. I finished with a lap around the track, and I ran flat out the last hundred yards. I drove home and sat in my car for five minutes while my heart slowed down. It wasn’t until I was sitting in front of my house that I got a little scared about not being able to catch my breath. Oh well, that which doesn’t kill us. This is gonna be a fun summer.