It’s Only 90 Degrees
Only 90 degrees. Since when is a humid 90 only 90, as if I might as well open up all the windows in the house because it’s so comfortable? It’s better than 98 like it was this Sunday, but it’s still pretty darn hot!
I went for an hour and a half run this evening not taking any water with me and not bothering to really hydrate adequately before my run. I figured, “It’s just 90 minutes… I’ll wing it! How bad can it be?” Moving at a snails pace on the way back home after starting to develop tunnel vision, I soon realized how bad it could be. I even walked some sections there at the end I felt so terrible. I weighed myself when I got back home and was only 148 - that’s four pounds down from my already dehydrated weight this morning. I haven’t seen 148 since sometime in high school, I think?! I would have told anyone else going out in this weather to stay hydrated until I was blue in the face. But I don’t take my own medicine despite knowing better. Sometimes, I’m not all that bright. :P
I’m feeling much better now, though.