This is just the worst time of year for me and running. My big excitement from my marathon in January is over. I'm between half marathons. I ran my last long-ish race in April (Lehigh Valley Half) and I don't have another race over 8K planned until the end of August (with the Annapolis Ten Mile Run).
It's hot. I hate running in the heat. Maryland has been hell for weather the past few weeks, with temperatures soaring above 90 degrees for what seems like ages. This makes every single run difficult and miserable for me. On Saturday, we started our run at 6:00am, only a minute or two after the sun rose, and it was already above 80 degrees. The last couple of miles of that run were like torture.
For short runs, I've been trying to get some hill training in, since my next big race is quite hilly. Heat AND Hills? Ugh. When my normal short runs are fun jaunts around my running store while I chit-chat with my friends, these runs of late have been near torture while my friends and I try desperately to get each other through them.
I'm hot. I'm bored. I'm certain there are other things that I would rather be doing. Things that are easier and that don't involve gallivanting around in 90+ degree weather.
I go through this every year, and I'm sure it will be better once I get to September and I'm nearing my target race. It still always seems weird that the time of year when I am most motivated is almost always the dead of winter when everyone else is hating runs. I'll get out there and run today, but I won't like it until it's over.
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