I didn't get out until almost 9am. It was already hot and humid. I was already not digging the run as I descended into the Yellow Creek bottom.
Then, as I am running, this little dirt road, I trip on a rock, and do that scary stumble stumble stumble forward trying not to face plant-and I did recover, and not fall! But boy, that threw me for a loop. I started walking, trying to shake off the almost fall.
I was busy trying to talk myself out of the run when I found myself climbing out of Yellow Water Creek Road, climbing the next hill, and well, then there is a downhill.
Everything is better on a downhill.
The schedule said, 13 easier. You better believe I was taking it easy.
I tried to amuse myself on the climb out of the valley. On a similar route, in March or even April, I had a snow squall hit me directly in the face here. It was tough just trying to imagine that on a day like today.
I started up YET ANOTHER HILL for my out and back. OMG, this hill goes on forever. Well, at least for 0.2 miles. I resolve to turn around at the first side road. I was supposed to go down the side road, to get my mileage up to 13; I'm not having any part of that today.
I find the side road and do not go down it. But at least now I get to run DOWN the endless hill. As I cross a bridge at the bottom, I peer over into the very full creek and am amused to see two muskrats swimming.
I actually felt pretty good running across my track/interval section.
|It's much greener now!|
But I also knew I only had about three miles to run. I was pretty much out of water, I had carried two 20 ounces bottles.
My last mile, I turn back onto the state route that I live on. My it was hot. As I trudged up the last hill, I was getting a little dizzy and nauseated. Starting to get that heat/nutrition bonk. Good thing I only had about 0.1 miles back to my house.
Still managed to get in 11 instead of 13 miles. Hamstrings were a bit tight after the varied mileage yesterday, but still a good morning of running.