First things first, it is worthy to note that it has been hotter than the dickens around here lately, and it shows no promise of cooling down anytime soon either. This makes running a challenge. My 3 mile on Thursday went alright. I did not want to run it, that is for sure, but Josh was over, so we ran it together. We kept a decent pace and it felt alright throughout, but I sure could sense the cloud of heat that just seemed to be sticking to my body. It was literally almost like the heat from the day just kept stacking on itself, and when we ran at 7:30, the heat of the day was heavy. I hadn't remembered that kind of heat cloud being on me since my days of summer basketball practices in our hot high school gym for four hours a day, In the middle of August. The run went fine, but we were both quite sweaty.
Cross training went fine Friday. I rode my bike again. I don't really know how far I went, but it was a great 30 minutes or so to just clear my head and get in a little exercise. I had a heavy mind that day, and the bike ride really seemed to help.
Saturday, I had another wedding that took up pretty much all day, so once again, and hopefully for the last time, I postponed my long run. It wasn't easy to figure out where to squeeze in 7 miles on Sunday either. I had church in the morning and Josh had a baseball game at 6:15. I intended to run at 1 after church, but decided to take a nap instead. I didn't take off for my run until about 4 PM, and I'm not going to lie, that run was nothing short of a catastrophe. First of all, my route was ridiculous. I tried to map out a route for 7 miles in my neighborhood, but it was just too complicated. I made the map the wallpaper on my iPhone, but it was just too much. I was stopping every block or so to try and figure out where I was supposed to head next, and it was just way too much stopping and starting and not knowing where I was going. I don't think I drank enough before either, and I definitely didn't carb load enough. So I ran the first 4 miles and then called my mom to bring me water. The last 3 miles went horribly. I had nothing left to give. I kept trying to tell myself "Only 2 more miles! You can do it!" Then it became "Okay, at least run to the end of this street!" And eventually, it was "Okay, you only have a half mile more to walk." I didn't even humor myself with the thought of running anymore. I hadn't felt that bad since my disaster of a 3 mile run prior to the actual start of training. I literally almost cried a couple times. But this time I didn't really feel guilty. My feet were blistering. My thighs started chafing. My spit was the consistency of Elmers glue, and it was 91 degrees outside. 91. Degrees. So I finally finished. I didn't even look at my time. I'm sure it was awful. But alas, I couldn't have looked if I had tried because my dear iPhone did not survive. I'm not 100% if it was the heat that made it croak, or the 2 sprinklers I ran through, perhaps the combination, but whatever the cause, my iPhone was too delicate and the backlight broke. As sad and frustrating as that was, it did make me feel more hardcore. I outlasted an Apple product.
Today I went in to AT&T, and they told me I was eligible for an upgrade anyway, so I payed $99 and got a 4GS iPhone. I will have to treat this one more delicately on my runs I guess. But thank goodness, it worked out pretty well and didn't put me out of house and home. And today, to fuse my required easy 3 after the 7, but also to stay true to my rest for Monday, I walked about 2.5 miles. My dad walked with me, and it wasn't difficult obviously. But it was still hot.
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