Yesterday was brutal. I stepped out into the 97 degree weather thinking I could run 10 miles no problem. I knew I was very well hydrated and well rested. I laced up the shoes and hit the road.
Not 3 miles into the run and I knew I was in for a tough one. I had accounted for the fact that the pavement I was running on brought the surface temp. up another 5-10 degrees. My sweat was evaporating as soon as it was on my skin. It didn't even have time to do its job to cool me off. I kept going, thinking I would be fine. I finally came to the 8 mile mark and I had to stop. I collapsed into the grass in some shade and just laid there while I waited for my body to cool. After about 5 minutes I got back up. It wasn't the last time I would have to stop. Five more times I had to go stand, sit, or lay in the shade to get my resolve up to finish out my run. When I finally reached the air conditioning of my home my sweat began to flow like a river. It was amazing that being out in the dry heat like that had made it seem as though I wasn't even sweating. I took down a few glasses of water and chocolate milk and jumped into the pool.
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Be careful Spock! Heat kills...literally!
ReplyDeleteThat said, I feel some of your pain. It's been a pretty warm July here is Wisconsin as well, though not quite 97 degrees. We've also gotten near-record rainfall the past week, mainly on one crazy day. Maybe I'll blog about it.