The title of this post implies that I have some solutions for running in the wonderful sauna like weather conditions of Nashville. But, the title is deceiving. I actually have no good tips on how to run in the heat. Because, honestly... there aren't any.
Yesterday afternoon was the 3rd two-a-day for me (which, by the way, I noticed that Runners World must be reading the blog, since they have an article this month about the benefits of two-a-days. Boo-ya!). The temperature was in the upper 80s yesterday afternoon and when I stepped out and started my slow 1.5 mile warm-up, I decided that it wasn't that bad. I finally broke out my summer running partner: the resurrected visor, for the first time this year and it was a welcome addition to the run.
By the time I met up with Anonymous Commenter (A.C.) I was thinking... "PUHLEASE. This heat has nothing on me. I am an acclimated running goddess. Bring it, Sun." And for the first 2.5 miles or so with A.C. I was rocking my tempo run even with the sun beaming down.
And then, like so often when I get cocky in a run... I hit the wall. And by "wall" I mean... I felt like I was going to die if I didn't stop immediately, puke, and then lie down on the sidewalk and await a death due to heat exhaustion. I kept saying to myself... "okay, when we get to the next street pole, intersection, tree, etc... I'm going to have to stop and walk for a few minutes." And then we'd get to that point and I'd say... "okay, well I'm still alive... (unless I died and went straight to hell which turns out to be a continuation of this run, in which case... well played, Satan) so maybe I can make it to the next street pole, intersection, tree, etc." This went on for the remainder of the run. I kept pushing through and I'm glad I did, because I made it and I didn't die or puke. I did slow down significantly, to the point where it felt like we could've potentially been passed by a 73 year old power-walker. But whatev. I made it.
I thought I might walk some on my cool down run back home... but, I didn't. I figured when I logged my run that my pace would be way slow, but it actually wasn't. Overall, I got over 7 miles at an average 9:17 pace. Which... honestly... I probably ran 10:00+/mile pace for my warm-up and cool down and 9:17 is sadly wayyy faster than I've been running these days. So, I'm happy. Happy to be alive, happy that I didn't puke, happy that I still averaged a fairly fast-ish pace.
This weekend? Rest day tomorrow because I'm volunteering at a race. And 18 miles on Sunday.
Have a great weekend!