IT MUST BE DONE!

Scheduled for 12 miles on what was scheduled to be the hottest day of the year, no matter how early the alarm rings it’s not early enough. Even at 5:00am it was to be 80+ degrees, so what’s the point in waking up early? My plan was was to try to make it 6 outside and 6 on the treadmill in the air conditioning where a human being can actually get some oxygen in their lungs. After hitting the snooze on my Harley alarm clock about 17 times, I finally woke up and strapped my shoes on.

At the last minute I decided to hit the park which, after one loop and a trip back to my house would put me at 7 miles leaving me 5 more to tackle at the gym across the street on the well ventilated treadmill. On the way to the park, empty stomach, water in hand (which was cold 3 minutes prior when I bought it), I decided it was a good idea to do the bottom loop of the park a second time, tacking on another 2 miles before heading back home.

Aside from the first two hot, shitty miles of the run, I found myself feeling very strong. Healthy, confident, determined. I arrived at my front door after a solid 9 miles and opened my mailbox to retrieve my phone and headphones to hit the last 3 miles indoors at the gym under the comfort of conditioned air. I cranked up Ozzy’s Boneyard and blasted through 3 miles wishing I had more time to sneak in a couple more on my way out the door to the Met’s game.

I’ve done about four days of living in one Saturday, so I must bid you good night.

Happy running.