This week I just haven't been feeling the run. Little motivation for much of anything and when I get out, not much motivation to keep moving. Yesterday once out, I was ok - not great, but ok. Today???
I warmed up for 20 minutes or so and hit my lap button. I was actually going pretty good, but by the end of the twelve minutes my fingertips were feeling tingly and somewhat numb and I was kind of light headed. Couple that with the fact that my water bottle jumped out of it's holster and landed in a sand pile of suspect cleanliness, and I canned the remainder of my work intervals choosing instead to just run out the remaining time I had scheduled for today.
Anyway, I choose to blame my mediocrity on the weather. It's again windy - 46 km/h gusting to 70, but add to that 35C temps. In case you're metrically impaired, that's 28.5 mph with gusts at 43 and 95 degrees F. Not ideal conditions. Check out what the wind did to my hat and extrapolate that to the rest of my corpse - ugh...
I realized I was looking at a pretty significant positive split and turned around at something like 55 minutes for a 2 hour run and headed back. Initially it wasn't too bad, but my gut started complaining after a bit. Eventually it suggested to me that I might want to find a bathroom, but there are none on my run and few places secluded enough to drop and deuce. I did consider ducking under a bridge, but I had no TP so every time the urge got strong, I slowed to a walk and gritted my teeth.
Eventually even my shoes started pissing me off. I actually took them off and logged my first barefoot miles in Bolivia because I couldn't stand the soupy mess inside my Vibrams anymore. For the record, I studiously avoided any obvious cow leftovers.
Miracuously enough, I made it home without any horror stories, and "sprinted" to the bathroom just in time to...
Thanks for reading and be grateful of your potty training.
J
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