Just dandy

Well this made me feel better (from channel 6 website):

As of noon dewpoint values through Maine and New Hampshire were in the 60s. When you see dewpoints that high you know the air is going to feel thick, and muggy

The fact that I am looking for justification should tell you how the tempo run went. It was a disaster. Like a middle school girl trying to make herself look like a Seventeen model disaster.

I am going to break it down so that in a couple of months' time, when I need reassurance that I have had awful runs and have come out the other side, I can refer back to this (see, I am trying to be positive. I am trying to believe this is a blip.).

The temps aren't bad--low 70s. And there is actually a nice breeze. When the sun is behind clouds, it is really comfortable. But it keeps emerging. And it is HOT.  And then there is the issue of humidity.

So what makes sense when there is a forecast like that and you have speed work planned? Procrastinate the workout until noon. That should really make everything much better.

An upside: My legs felt great during my warm up. I took yesterday as a rest day-and I needed it. I became certain I was going to own this tempo after all.

And for the first 1/2 mile I did (please note that about 88% of that first 1/2 mile is down hill). And then it got harder. And harder. And my mind and breathing got me. And I stopped at 1.2. And walked home like a fat ass quitter. I walked in the house--immediately peed (you know how I have those pee issues), splashed water on my face--allowed my mind to verbally abuse me for a good minute or so. Then filled some bottles with water. Went back outside, placed the water in the paper box so I could grab some on my way by (which for the record, we have not had a newspaper subscription for about 5 years now. No exaggeration. But we do have a paper box.). Because not only was I going to finish that god damn tempo. I was going to make myself re-do it. Yup. I was pretending that I hadn't done any of the 4 miles at tempo pace. Take that you sally bitch.

And for that first 1/2 mile, I destroyed it. By the time I looped back by my house (a mere 1 1/2 miles)--I was just about keeled over. I would have totally landed in the medic tent. I grabbed the water poured it on me and headed back inside. Peed. Splashed water on me. Verbally assaulted myself (don't worry--it is all in my head. I think that makes it much better.) And headed back out. Because at the very  least, I was going to complete 4 miles at a tempo pace. This time my legs did not feel fresh. This time my legs were tired. At 1 mile I walked. And then finished up .3 (I had to complete the 4). I did a mile cool down. And that was it. A weird little speed work out of sorts. Confirming that I think I probably should never run again. Seems logical to me.