I only run because it gives me a prop to play toward acting lazy around the house. I can easily back up my laziness, due to some pain, or because I’m too tired after running that marathon this morning. Like an old friend, I always have that story to tell when I don’t get to something on my list.
I thought I acclimated well to the heat last week, but that was 70° weather. The 90°s are like an order of magnitude hotter. I know my Texas friends will laugh, but holy smokes, running in this heat is tough. This Tuesday, I discovered sweat on my brow. We sweat in Colorado of course, but normally it’s a dry sweat.
Not that sweating is bad. Here typically, the sweat forms up on our brow as a dry, white powder. We can brush it off after we run, into a shaker.
If you’re driving through Colorado on I-25 and you stop at that gas station slash diner slash convenience store thing on the SW corner of exit 235, that’s where you can buy a shaker of Boulder Salt. Look for it there. Another interesting thing about driving through Colorado is that you’re not a real town in this state if you don’t have a good story to tell on cannibalism.
I took some days off after Snowmass, then ran 11 miles Tuesday. I was able to recover by running 8 miles Wednesday in a warm rain. I could only pound out 7 miles today in 90°. I lost 4 pounds of sweat in that one hour. Might take Friday off to regain some weight.
This Bolder Boulder photo is from inside Folsom Field with less than 50 meters remaining. I forgot to wear my customary racing cap, but escaped without sunburn given the early start. Summer has arrived.