It's true. I have not enjoyed running this summer. Really hot, really humid.... blech. And the treadmill? I'd usually rather kill myself. When I run outside, it's usually in a loop, so the scenery keeps changing. A treadmill means it NEVER changes. The wind doesn't blow for relief, you don't see a kid, a cat, a dog, nothing, so I'm pretty committed to running outside whenever possible.
Outside. In the sun. The breeze might bring relief, or a rush of even hotter air. or thick, wet air. Breathing is near impossible (and I have sports enduced asthma), so my body's natural instinct is to NOT RUN. It's self preservation!
But, I run. Somedays I don't meet my distance goal, and that's ok. I try my best. I bitch and complain. Why? Because every once in a while, I'll catch a cool (under 80 degrees) night, low humidity, and energy to burn. I'll run further than I think I can go, and sprint the last mile. The right song will come on my MP3 player, and I'll start singing along while I run, or even be tempted to throw in some dance moves. I'll feel AWESOME.
so who cares about those tuff days? The good days feel soooooooooooooooo good!
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