Take Saturday's run, for example. Thunderstorms were predicted to start around 10:00 am, so we thought we'd be fine with running at 6:00 am. We got out of our cars to hot and steamy air, but within a couple of minutes while we stood there and figured out which route to take (bonus of not being in training - we get to wing it), a cool breeze kicked up and the air felt distinctly better - less heavy, less humid. We set off - Jeff was going to run 6 miles for his birthday run, while Karen, Andi, Julia, and I were going to run 3 or 4 miles.
The run was great! Julia and I ended up running together while Karen and Andi ran ahead of us. We were moving right along when we started to feel raindrops. And then the rain started to get heavier. We were just over a mile into the run when Julia suggested taking a shortcut back to the clubhouse, but right then Jimmymeow pulled up in his truck and said that it was pouring just a couple of streets over, so we gladly got in the truck and I swear, just as we got in, it started POURING right there. We drove to find Jeff and got him in the truck and then went off to find Karen and Andi, but by the time we caught up to them, they'd been through the worst of the downpour and were close enough to the clubhouse that they just ran on in. There wasn't any lightening going on; otherwise, they'd have jumped in the truck as well, I'm sure.
So, mission aborted for that run. No worries - luckily the weather doesn't affect us very often when it comes to getting our run on. We were finished so early that we had to hang around for a while before heading over to Blue Baker, as they don't open until 7:00 am. We had a nice breakfast, and our baker gave us a loaf of ciabatta bread, which I wasn't tempted to eat - guess I didn't build up much of an appetite by only running a mile, LOL!
On Monday, Jeff and I decided to run together before he left for work. It had rained most of Sunday afternoon and evening and while the roads were pretty dry, the air was once again thick and steamy thanks to the soaking wet ground. We ran 4 miles, because that's what Diane and I have been doing on our Tuesday runs for the past several months, so I figured, why not? Well, we did those 4 miles, but it wasn't pretty...it's just rough running conditions right now. And afterward, Jeff suggested that we cut back our weekday runs to 2 miles for the next month or so - again, why kill ourselves when the weather is not great for running?
So that's my plan. Diane is gone for the next month, visiting family, and I'll be on my own for most of my weekday runs. I think I'll set out for a 2 mile run and then do an additional mile of walking, which will help with the cool down - cool down, HA. It's not going all out, but it's enough for right now.
By the way, when the alarm goes off at 4:45 am on Saturdays? Paco is not ready to get up. He reluctantly leaves his crate, goes outside to potty, and then jumps on our bed to go back to sleep:
Just leab me be.
The rest of the day, he's all up in my business, but that early? I'm not the center of his universe...sleep wins over Mom.