Our group ran either 5 or 6 miles, (with our preggo CC running a little less). Diane and I were part of the 5 mile group. We went into it with a little trepidation, because the last time either of us had run 5 miles was on June 4 (my birthday run). I meant to be running 5 miles over the summer, but it's been so dang hot that I just couldn't muster up the need to do so until Saturday. How bad could it be?
As it turned out, not that bad. Not that good, either. Honestly, it really was the last mile that did us in, but that's to be expected. It was 79 degrees and 100% humidity when we started, and in the first 3/4 of the first mile, we ran through areas where the sprinklers were on, watering the grass, which added to the humidity...I swear it was more like 115% in that area. Because we didn't want to die, we alternated running intervals with running straight through, so we started out doing 2:45 intervals (run for 2 minutes, walk for 45 seconds) for the first mile, then ran the second mile, then did intervals, then ran, then finished with intervals.
There was water and Gatorade on the route, but Loretta was also out there on her bike, being our mobile hydration station - we all bring an extra water bottle (I fill ours halfway and freeze them overnight, then add the rest of the water in the morning, so they're nice and cool) and put them in her bike basket, and she rides the route, stopping when she sees us so we can refill our handheld bottles. Not only is it nice to get a refill along the way, it's also a great distraction when we see her, and only briefly have I considered knocking her off the bike and riding it back to our clubhouse. I suspect she'd put up a good fight, though. Loretta loops around the route to make sure she catches everyone - she said she ended up riding over 7 miles that day!
We finished and happily walked into the air conditioned store to get our drinks. I have to say, we looked a sight - drowned in sweat, beet red faces, not at all attractive. Which is why it was so funny when a customer at the counter started asking us about joining our running group - I mean, it's not like we made it look appealing at all, believe me, which made me question her judgement. Any case, we aren't accepting new members, much less random strangers.
After our run, we had fun playing with our temporary mascot - this little interloper named Dutch, who'd appeared in Cary and Brian's backyard that morning: