My buddy Hal says tomorrow is a 14-miler. Ugh that's miserable. Even more miserable is the weather, still 86 when I post this at 9 pm. Overnight will be in the upper 70s and all day tomorrow will be upper 80s to mid 90s. What the hell....?
|Why aren't my shoes cute like this?|
Residual dehydration, 14 miles, mid 90s. Awful, miserable combination. I feel defeated just thinking about it.
So I've resigned myself to running at the Y. I can't imagine how insanely boring it will be, yet there are a few perks - it's air conditioned inside, and I have a place to store my Nalgene bottle. I will have to figure out how to shut off my brain because it's going to be in the 2:20 vicinity to log the miles.
It sucks. Just thinking about the idea of 140 laps drives me crazy. Yet I have an easy choice tomorrow - boredom or guaranteed heat stroke. When I look at it that way, there's really nothing to consider.