UGH. It seems like Oklahoma has transitioned from winter to summer in about 0-60. We bypassed spring completely. And I don’t care for it one bit.
I hate to admit it but since my 5k last month my running progress has not progressed at all. In the last couple weeks it seems like the universe had intervened, canceling Zumba classes on me and detouring me to the mechanics when I originally planned on going to yoga. Now summer has come to OK it’s really th rowing me off my game.
My ideal running temperature is between 40-60 degrees. I can tolerate mid sixties. But when I woke up this morning half past seven it was already in the seventies. Yesterday was so muggy out I felt as if I had stepped into a rainforest as soon as I went outside. It made me nervous, uncomfortable and apprehensive to run. So I didn’t.
But I did today. And at first it was good. There was a good breeze and for a few minutes I felt as if I was able to do it and that running int he summer may turn out to be so terrible after all. Until I got about ten minutes in.
You see, I cannot stand running with the sun on my face. It’s as if I’m being mocked. Also, I have one fitness tank top and the way it’s made kills me. It’s a Danskin, gift from my Mom. One of those with a built-in bra but I feel like if you’re planning on exerting more effort than restorative yoga requires you should find a different top. So I double up and put a sports bra on but now the dual elastic cuts into me. I can’t breathe as deep as I’m used to. I try to pull the tank top elastic down but then it cuts into my ribs. Very uncomfortable.
So I had that going for me and I felt defeated already. Not to mention that halfway through my run, as I’m struggling to breathe out of nowhere this fitness model runner comes barreling towards me. She’s in the tight, spandex Nike shorts, only a sports bra and shoes. And she’s running like crazy. I’m talking speed demon. Which made me feel like a complete and total fraud in my too tight pink tank top, red OU shorts and purple/grey shoes. Not a cute look. But hey, I didn’t care, I told myself when I went out this morning. I’m going out for a run and not a fashion show.
Now that I felt absolutely terrible about myself I trotted and dragged myself home, trying not to look at my paunchy stomach.
I understand that running in the summer will only enhance my running over all. That once fall comes around and the temperatures drop that all the summer running I did will make fall running a breeze, but it’s really daunting to me. I’m having a hard time finding a right time to run. When I get off of work it’s well into the high eighties now and I already wake up a five in the morning to leave for work by 7:15. I can’t wake up any earlier. Plus, I’m afraid of getting hit in the dark. I hear the cars speed down my street in the early mornings. I suppose I could join an air-conditioned gym but alas, no money. Or I could go to each gym in the neighborhood and use their free one-week pass in hopes of not getting found out. I wonder if I can wake up an hour later during the week and then use that extra hour to wake up earlier on the weekends.
I don’t know what I’m going to end up doing. All I know is that I’m going to keep pushing. Somehow.