Humidity is Not My Friend

Ever since I was little I can remember the weatherman talking about the 3 H's: Hazy, Hot and Humid. Ever since I was little I can remember how I would get super cranky whenever the 3 H's were around. One in particular was not my friend - Humidity.

I hate humidity. I hate sweating while standing still. I hate sweating when I just get out of the shower and then feeling like I need to take another one. I hate feeling like everything is sticking to me. I hate humidity.

So Mother Nature blessed me with meeting up with my biggest enemy. Saturday's "long" run of a scheduled 10-12 miles called for 85% humidity. What this translated into was completed soaked clothing - don't get me wrong I like to sweat while I'm working out, but I have to draw the line - so that when I got home from the run my shorts were actually dripping onto my floor. I had to change my clothes just to stretch comfortably. During the run I was miserable. My quads were burning so I was thinking that I wasn't recovered from my Cape Ann 25K experience. I stopped to stretch and hydrate often. Even though I had my tool belt I knew there was no way I was taking in enough liquid. I think for everything I took in 5 times that came out. (Wow, this sounds sexy doesn't it? Ew!)

I was doing an out and back course. By mile 2 I was already really hot and it just got worse from there. I had to mentally run this by the half mile thinking OK just get to 3.5 then reasses the situation... OK reassess again at 4... . It was terrible. At mile 5, I said alright to hell with this today. I turned around and went home.

I was so happy to be done with that run. The whole time I was running, I was thinking how I'm not in shape and how I should be able to run 10 miles with no problems. But then when I got home I realized I did the right thing. There is no reason to push like that - whether it's 2 miles or 10 miles - and risk getting hurt. I've been there and I really don't want to go back again.