When I looked at the weather conditions this morning, I was pleasantly surprised to learn that the dew point was 69F at the start of my run. Can you imagine? According to Wikipedia, that is only "somewhat uncomfortable for most people at the upper edge" (the range being 65-69F). Only somewhat uncomfortable! How awesome is that?
I got thinking about Sunday's run again. Truth be told, I've been thinking quite a lot about Sunday's horror run. For instance, on Monday night, I expressed displeasure to two friends that I had to run again after the torture that was Sunday's run. But I'm trying to put a more positive spin on it. Sunday's run was probably as bad as it gets. The heat index is not usually so disgusting that early in the morning, even in Florida. As a comparison, Accuweather had the heat index at 106F on Sunday around 10am. This morning it was 92F at 10am. Still not ideal conditions, but a significant improvement.
If Sunday was as bad as it will probably get, then I'm okay because I still did it. I still finished my 8 miles. I was slow but this apparently doesn't matter. It wasn't enjoyable, it wasn't fun, and it certainly was not something that I want to repeat any time soon. But I didn't quit. I didn't give up. I didn't walk. I didn't stop running. And that is the lesson to be learned here. Chalk it up to more mental toughness development.
No comments:
Post a Comment