Saturday
Trail run with my son.
Hills. Hot. I wish that I could bottle up the smell of the woods.
2.5 hilly miles
Today
8 miles
95 degrees and humid
On a scale of 1 to 10 . . .this run had to be a 9 on degree of difficulty.
At mile 6 I stopped at the public pool and dunked my head. I don't think the mothers at the pool were impressed. My hip held up alright. It is barking now.
I immediately iced my hip, my butt, my knees when I got home.
I listened to The Killers. I wanted to stop several times it was so hot. I kept having to tell myself one more step . . .one more step. I drank almost 20 ounces of water.
I am going to lift weights tomorrow morning and weigh in . . I wasn't a very good boy this weekend . . .several rounds of eating crap and about 4 Blue Moons . . .although I put an orange in the Blue Moon which made it healthier . . .
Before most runs I focus on who I want to be as a follower of God, as a husband, as a dad, as aprofessional - -I try to think about what it feels like, what it looks like to be that person . . .I am convinced every mile gets me closer. That's why I don't skip runs. I don't want to short change myself. Today for instance . . .this run was much more than just 8 miles in the 95 degree heat.
