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Heat, Humidity… Bring on the Ice!


The only guy pleased to be outside around here.

It’s hot outside. Not hot, like warm mid-summer day, but hot like, well, like blazing, stifling, draining, soul-sucking hot. Temps are in the mid- to upper-90s with excessive humidity and resulting heat indices of 105-110. These days are best spent inside a nice cool place with icy drinks and as little movement as possible.

Or, you can go out for a run.

I’m training for a half marathon later this summer so I have to get my miles in. And since it will likely be hot and humid at the race (east coast southern beach location – enough said), I need to get “acclimated.”

If that is possible.

So far, it has proven to be much harder than usual to get used to running out there. My legs are like lead, my miles are slow, and my clothing is constantly soaked through. I’ve been trying to be creative – running on the treadmill for way longer than I ever want to again, combining outside runs with treadmill runs to reach mileage or time targets, getting up early to run before the real heat of the day, drinking water, gatorade, and water-gatorade mixes along the way. It’s helping but I still can’t say that I’ve had a decent run.

A new idea came to me today while lying in bed recovering from my long run (another side effect – I am wiped out the rest of the day; damn you heat!). My son has some on-ice training sessions coming up – perhaps some laps around the rink while he is practicing? I wonder how many laps around the rink make up a mile?

I might even have to break out the winter running gear. The thought makes me giddy. Bring on the ice!!

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I’m a Runner

Muddy and wet after a race

Muddy and wet after a race

I harbor a (no longer so) secret desire to be featured in the “I’m a Runner” column that is at the end of each issue of Runner’s World (I also want to be one of the super cool women shown in the Title Nine catalog but that is another story).

Since I doubt it will happen anytime soon, I am writing my own entry.

I’m a Runner

I started running as a kid to get into shape for my first love, soccer. My father used to run a lot and I’d go out with him for a two-mile loop around the neighborhood.

I became a “runner” when I joined the track and cross-country teams in high school. I went out for track to get in shape for the spring soccer season, but found my home there and never looked back.

I still sometimes look over my shoulder for my XC coach’s gray car when I am out for a run. He’d follow us to see how we were doing (and to make sure we weren’t goofing off). I’m still working hard, John.

My first longer-distance race was a half marathon. Sometime during my month of bed rest before my son’s birth I agreed to the race, figuring it would get me back in shape. Six months, almost to the day, after he was born, via C-section no less, I toed up at the start line like a crazy person.

That race was pretty miserable. It poured for the first 7-8 miles and then I hit mile 9. Not having gotten beyond 9 miles during my training, I had to stop and walk the last bit. But I made it across the finish line!

I’ve since run a couple more halfs, a marathon, and a bunch of 10-milers. I’ve even dabbled in the “extreme” races, complete with electric shocks and ice water.

I still play soccer and running keeps me in shape for that, but now I mainly run for the sake of running. It is my quiet time, my “me” time, and my chance to keep pushing myself.

A great run is a feeling you can’t replicate. The high is real and it feels like you are walking on clouds. Of course, not all runs are great but even a sucky run is better than no run at all. Usually.

I hope someday my son will embrace running like his dad and I have. It truly is a lifelong habit and something I think we can all enjoy together. At a minimum, he’ll have to start running to get in shape for his first love, hockey. Life is so circular.

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