Hey Lilly. Way to make us all look like amateurs by doing speed work in the heat. Well played.
I didn't run in the heat like you did. I made the call that I should wait until morning for my run, because it was allegedly going to be in the 70s. It was not. Or it might have been that I slept a little later than I should have? Let's blame the meteorologists though, because they're wrong ALL the time.
So I ran. In the morning. With NO SUNGLASSES. It was awful. I could feel crows feet growing on my face. Also I think there may have been a situation with my ipod that day, like I maybe had to use my ipone instead because my ipod likes to just uncharge at random without being used.
I should probably clarify here. Lilly's plan has me do 2 short runs during the week and a longer run on the weekend. I flopped the longer run, it's early in the plan, so it was a 3 miler, with a shorter run to accommodate the fact that I would have to run on a treadmill over the weekend. I HATE TREADMILL RUNNING. Anyways, the run was going just fine, a bit slow because it was HOT and MUGGY and I was UNHAPPY. So I finish the run (is it okay that I ran just OVER 3 miles when you said 3 miles? It felt like it was okay) in my usual spot and realize, "hey genius, you've been sweating buckets and you now have to walk up some stairs and then a slight incline to get to you building. nice planning." I had to take five at the top of the steps to contemplate voming, but I stayed strong, walked home, and when I got home and the water wasn't cold enough to drink, I shoved my head in the sink. Then I packed my stuff and left for Dallas, where I did my 2 miler on the treadmill next to a bunch of people who were walking. I would be lying if I said I didn't strut through the hotel gym after my speedy run past all the other people who were leisurely walking and leisurely biking. It's possible there was a hot guy in the gym lazily biking at the end of the machine... it's also possible that I walked over and did my stretching and ab work in his line of view and gave him a "you're welcome" nod when I was done.
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