Running In The Heat After One Week Off Running – Was Very Close To Giving Up Due To Exhaustion And Walking Home!
Today I ran for the 2nd time since coming back from Benidorm. It was a 4.6 miler around town and by mile 3 I was ready for quitting.
My lungs ached.
My mind was racing with negative thoughts.
I was sweating everywhere.
There were people everywhere.
The only way I could have sweated any more would have been to have been dressed like this….
….I got paranoid that others were staring and/or laughing at me.
It was a horrible experience but I did what I’ve always tried to do in the face of adversity – slow down.
At this point I was already running at quite a slow pace so immediately I thought “How much slower are you gonna fucking go you lazy bastard? Just stop. Stop! We can stop by the garage and eat ALL of the Snickers!’.
I told my other self to ‘fuck up’.
Somehow I got through the next few miles without speaking to myself out loud, thereby avoiding being dunked in Belfast Lough by a raving fundamentalist for being ‘of the Devil’.
I certainly smelled like the Devil after the run. I do not cope that well in the intense heat.
I did a separate run later on and it was actually worse. A 5k. Small dogs everywhere. I was sweating from the off but got around again.
I’m now at 130 miles for the month. 20 more to go over the next 2 days.
My form will have to improve desperately if I am to make this.
But I will make it. I can feel a 10k in me somewhere.