As soon as I set foot outside yesterday, headed home for a track workout, I knew I'd be in for some challenging weather. It was hot and so ridiculously humid that my hair immediately switched itself to afro.
"Okay," I thought to myself, "I can do this. I'll just drink extra water, wear lightweight clothes, and extend my rest periods if I need to."
Little did I know that while I would have trouble with the weather, that trouble would be of a totally different nature.
I ran to the track (and can I say again how fabulously convenient it is that the track is exactly a mile and a half warm-up away from my house), and as soon as I got there, the sky ripped open and it started pouring down rain.
I was immediately soaked when the high winds kicked in. And then, I swear, even though it had been hot, it started hailing. I can't prove it, but I suspect that Ming the Merciless was responsible.
What's a girl to do? That's right, Internet: I kept running. Two sets of six 400 meter repeats at a 2:00 pace.
I was totally drenched, with that squishing noise in my shoes as I headed home. It had been so hot outside that when a car drove by and re-drenched me with water (nice), it actually felt like bath water.
At last, toughness points achieved, I reached Stately Wasser Manor. I expected to be greeted with, "I can't believe you actually went running in this weather. Woman, you are crazy," from Steve.
Instead, there were two fluffy, clean towels waiting for me.