Two days later I ran with Jeff and Diane but only managed to get in 2.5 miles before having to call it - the heat index was near 80 degrees at 5:45 am, ugh! I wasn't feeling good during the run; as I sat at my desk, drinking a cold glass of water afterward, Jeff walked by and said my face was beet red and practically glowing in the darkened room. Not sure what was up with that, if I was just unaccustomed to running in such extreme humidity or what, but in preparation for our Saturday run, I made sure to hydrate well the day before, along with drinking a glass of Nuun (I still have some old tablets that I've hoarded from before they changed their formula).
Saturday morning dawned, and as I always do, I checked the weather online. Thunderstorms were predicted, but not until about 9:00 am - we'd be finished well before then. I could see storms on the radar, north of us, but we seemed OK, so Jeff and I got dressed and drove to the clubhouse. As we made the short drive, we started to see lightening flashes in the distance, so I checked the radar again, and in the 45 minutes since I first checked it, the storm had moved south and was predicted to hit momentarily. We literally got to the clubhouse, parked the car, and all hell broke loose - it was a true Texas gullywasher! So, no run that morning, boo. Instead, we went to Blue Baker and enjoyed catching up with almost everyone (Cary was attending her last class and Jimmy was on a fishing trip). Our baker gave us lots of treats - a fresh-from-the-oven loaf of ciabatta bread, and a plate of blondie brownie ends:
This plate was cleared, FAST!
We maybe get the blondies once or twice a year - I don't think they make them all that often, which is probably a good thing, as they are ridiculously delicious and much harder to resist than their other desserts.
Yesterday, despite 100% humidity, my 4 mile run went much better. Jeff, Diane and I ran around our neighborhood and it felt like a normal run, which was a relief after back-to-back hard runs. Finished, being completely soaked with sweat - yep, sounds like what running in south Texas will be like for the foreseeable future. But my legs cooperated, so I'm good with it. You take what you can get; I was reading a blog where they talked about the importance of wearing technical fabric so it can wick away moisture ("moisture" - hah) and dry while you run so you will be comfortable, but it's impossible to keep ahead of the moisture here - running in such high humidity just means you are a soaking-wet sweat-fest. I'm used to it at this point, and it almost seems normal to me, egad!