I have a confession to make. I HATE not being in charge. I really like deciding things on my own terms. I WILL teach this lesson on DNA today. I WILL run 6 miles. I WILL watch an entire season of 30 Rock on netflix streaming. Because I can do what I want.
Well, it became painfully clear this week that I am not in charge of anything that really matters, at least as far as training is concerned. Because I am not in charge of the weather, and the weather screwed me over. Big time.
This week the entire country was in the grip of an insane heat wave, and I was lucky enough to spend most of the it in Indianapolis! Heat wave central, let me tell you. I "ran" five miles in 110 heat index weather. I use the word run loosely. After 40 minutes my body shut down, I was out of water, and my internal systems were staging a revolt. After a brief stop at a bait shop (no joke, the only place on the trail with bathrooms), I finished the "run" by "walking."
It only got worse when I came back to DC. Code red air quality warnings. Not orange. Red. Normally they just warn old people and babies to stay inside, but not this week. This week they told us ALL to stay in air conditioning and avoid vigorous exercise.
So I TRIED to go work out at the gym. But I hate working out at the gym. Ten minutes on the treadmill and I was bored out of my mind. Because I'm not the boss of the treadmill either.
This morning, though, I went on a 27.5 mile ride outside early enough that the heat wasn't a problem. It was a gorgeous ride through the shade of Rock Creek Park, and it helped me get back into the swing of things. Thankfully the weather is breaking, and tomorrow highs are only in the upper 80's. I can't wait to get back on the road!
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