On the Texas Gulf Coast, and in Florida, the season of delicious frozen treats is upon us and that means mornings where humidity smacks you in the face, before causing massive leakage from all pores before one is a mile into their run.
Before someone thinks this is a bitch session about the weather, might I remind you – gentile readers – that I love humidity. Seriously, humidity is my buddy, even if it means I have to work a little harder six or seven months out of the year. I embrace humidity like an overweight redneck embraces the buffet at Golden Corral. Just saying.
Thus, upon stepping out for a run this morning, I was not deterred in the least by the sweat balls immediately forming on my forehead.
By the way, speaking of life sucking humidity, there is a good article on hydration out at Runners World. I am heading to 150% as I type this missive, just on the odd chance I decide to run tomorrow.
Woah, “on the odd chance I decide to run tomorrow…” What in the name of Bea Arthur does that mean? It means I have gone old school. No, that can’t be it. I have returned to my running roots is probably more appropriate, but means absolutely nothing without a sense of my running history.
Let’s just say for the last couple of months I have been winging it. Running when I want to, with absolutely no distance in mind before heading out. The way I used to do it. After taking a few months off to recover, my fitness is low, so my mileage has been low too. But mileage isn’t the point, getting out and enjoying myself is.
Hence, I have been taking the route less traveled and discovering some neat things about the area surrounding my neighborhood.
I have not worn my Garmin since January so it’s rare I can tell you how far I have run since I am taking oft-traveled routes. Although yesterday morning was an exception. The body was on complete autopilot and chose a four mile loop I often run. But that is certainly not the rule.
Many people need a race goal or a training plan as motivation to get out the door. Others use fitness or weight loss as a prompt. I am not that person. I just want to go out and run; unbound by a particular route because it fits a distance in my training plan; and not worrying about hitting numbers specified on a chart.
I promise I will go into detail about how I arrived at this point, but that will be a series of posts for another time. Until then, know that I am running and afterward I am relaxing with an ice cold beverage, happy about the sweat dripping from my pores.
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Listening to: Cut Me Some Slack – Paul McCartney, Dave Grohl, Krist Novoselic, Pat Smear; from Sound City – Real to Reel.