It just keeps getting hotter and hotter

Today: Hot and muggy. When I got home from my run at 10:45, it was already 92 on my *shaded* thermometer!

Ick.

After all my kvetching about the weather this past spring, I am not going to complain but it does make running a challenge - I am not a hot weather runner.

Today was a solo run. Even sans Cosmo. Just way too hot for the boyo. I was out at about 9:30 and did 3.75. A little background first. I drink coffee every morning. Only one cup. I used to drink lots. Lots as in if I didn't get my coffee I was practically incapciated from the headaches. I used to try to cut back but I never could do it. Then I got the shingles - facial shingles. I was in pain the likes that I thought my brain was melting. I used that episode to break the coffee addiction. The codeine and vicodin I was prescibed helped :-) When the shingles episode was over, I went back to coffee but only one 6 oz cup a day. In the two years since then, I have only violated the one cup rule once. So, this morning, I drank my coffee, ate some blueberries and drank 8 ounces of water. I visited the little girls room several times before I left. That's the setup to this run's story.

I arrive at the park and as I am getting out of the car, I think, "hmmmmmmm, I have to pee." "Nonsense", I say to myself. "You went 3 times at home. Once you start running all the liquid in your bladder will be absorbed out as sweat and you will be fine." That is a little fact that W has told me at the starting line of almost every race we have done. I don't think it is true but the predictability of her saying it does calm me.

First mile was 10:50 (good). Crossed the second mile mark at 21:50 (okay). Three miles, 33:10 (eh, *shrugs* it WAS hot). Right after the third mile mark, the urge to pee comes again. Strongly. So strong as in I start cursing the three children I gave birth to and the havoc they have wrecked upon my body that no amount of kegel exercises can repair. I stop and walk an upper thigh clenching 15 feet until the urge subsides. I think about heading into the woods but the trail is popular, I was alone and there is an awful lot of poison ivy. So I start running again. The urge comes again. Again, I walk about 15 feet. This time, however, the urge only slightly subsides. I finish the run very slowly, clenching those upper thighs, my pride intact and my panties dry but only just barely. Pace was 11:18 but gosh darn it, those miles were dry!

When I got home, Cosmo met me at the door and sniffed me all over. I felt like a husband returning from a business trip and being checked by the wifey for the scent of perfume and traces of lipstick. I failed. Cosmo looked at me like the unfaithful cheater I am and spent most of the day giving me accusatory looks and making his displeasure known.