It's officially summer now and I probably do not need to tell you that summers in Southeast Texas are HOT. So hot, in fact, that I will do my absolute best to run during the coolest part of the day, which occurs after the city has had time to cool off overnight and shortly before the sun rises again.
With these kinds of conditions, it is absolutely imperative that the majority of my running is done before the sun rises (or else I will undoubtedly melt and die). If you know anything about my running pace, you will understand why this requires peeling myself out of bed in the wee hours of the morning.
Check out those temps!
Despite unforgiving heat, an absurd timeline, and promises of a tortuous pace, the lovely Laila volunteered to join me. This is about where a proper southern woman would insert a phrase like, "bless her heart" implying that, although totally off her rocker, she is still someone I intend to keep around.
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Laila (not convinced a photo was necessary) and I |
We ran in the dark with the other overly-dedicated crazies, we jogged through the sunrise, and we chugged along hours later as multitudes of people passed us by with sno-cones. 2 hours, 57 minutes and 59 seconds later, 13.1 miles had been ran/jogged/chugged.
Once again, I squeaked in just under my long-standing and self-imposed deadline of 3 hours. There's no way I could pull off all of this without the support from family and friends who give out high fives, write notes of encouragement, knit bracelets of support, and drag me into these adventures in the first place. Because Lord knows I don't end up this nuts on my own!
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