|He's got my legs!|
I suppose it's time for the requisite "Holy S***, it's Hot" running post.
Holy S***, it's Hot.
I mean, 83 degrees with 75% humidity at 5:30 in the morning?
I will never...ever...snark about anyone that's running. Well, OK, I'll take some jabs at other things about them, but not the fact that they're running. Fat, thin, slow, fast, young old, tall, short, attractive, ugly, etc. I draw the line at the Irish, though. Don't ask.
Anyways, I was running this morning and noticed "That Summer Running Guy". It was already 6am and this guy looks like he has one Mizuno in the grave. Just like the rest of us, his entire body is drenched in sweat, but he has this look of grim death (see right). I hope my running never comes to that. To the point where I'm desperately looking for another runner to put me out of my misery. (Although, from the picture, you can see that I was at that point during my last half marathon.)
Then...THEN...about a half of a mile further, there was an older woman running in her blue sequined butterfly shirt and matching blue windpants.
And here's the thing: She looked perky as the dickens! I assumed that she just started running and that Summer Running Guy and she were going to be mentioned on the 10pm news as Two Runners Who Succumbed to the Extreme Heat Whereas the Healthy - and Attractive - 38 Year Old Managed to get a Strong 5 Miler In.
Kind of a long lead/headline, but you get the point.
Stay cool, fellow runners. I'm giving serious thought to moving all of this week's runs back to the gym. I returned...don't ask.
*note - I "borrowed" the picture from a 70 year old guy that ran Badwater. He's not That Summer Running Guy. He's just insane.