…go out in the midday sun.
Yes. After having rest days on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, I decided that today I would go running. I had planned to go out early to avoid the heat, but a bad night’s sleep put paid to that.
So at half eleven, after donning my fabulous-can’t-recommend-it-highly-enough-once-a-day sunscreen (Ultrasun, should anyone with the power of awarding freebies be reading), I left the house.
4 miles and 50 mins later I was back and I have just one question. How? How did fitartist, helsbels, cake of good hope and the magathon run their marathons in that heat? What core of inner steel (or of inner refrigeration) do they possess to make that possible?
50 mins and my hands were so swollen I had to plunge them into cold water to get my wedding ring off (memo to self: put wedding ring back on). I’m reconsidering the wisdom of my May 10k, let alone my autumn half marathons. I think that 5k may well prove to be my distance, and only in winter at that.
The silly thing was that I was listening to marathon talk episode 2…taped in January 2010 when snow was on the ground. So there I was, panting along via every postbox, tree and lamp post shadow I could find listening to Tom, Martin and Tony bemoaning the fact that they hadn’t been able to run outside because of the snow and ice. Maybe I should skip to a more current episode.
Anyway, I rewarded myself by spending the afternoon asleep in the hammock. Bliss.