Since our heat wave is coming to an end and I had a crappy day at work, I figured tonight would be a great night to catch up on running.
Glorious comeback…?
I've really been slacking off lately - sickness and stress got the best of me and I had to take it easy. It was good timing since our heat indexes were hitting over 110 degrees almost every day, but I have goals and I don't feel like I'm making any progress this month. Tonight's heat index was 99, so I figured I could power through a run.
Oh %#@*.
Three miles in my hands and feet were numb, I couldn't see very well and I could feel my eyeballs twitching like crazy. So I pulled a wimp move and texted Jeremy so he could come rescue me. The shameful part is that I did a lot of walking and even kept drinking out of my fancy new water bottle, and still almost passed out.
When I got home I took Jillian's post-workout advice from June 24 and got in a cold bathtub. I still feel kinda sick but the cold water helped.
I'm an idiot.
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