Readers, I am a stubborn, stubborn woman.
This trait of mine is a bit of a sore spot with me, as it can be so polarizing in my relationships. I have worked hard to not be so stubborn, especially regarding things which I have tried-and-tested information about.
Wednesday, I failed.
Wednesday, I tried to go running with James. At 5:45 in the afternoon. When it was 93.7 °F.
Yet again, as with before, my first two miles were great given the conditions - 8:55, 9:20 - and then mile 3 came along and kicked me solidly in the ass.
Strangely enough, my brain was alert and aware - not fogged in the heat haze - but my body just would not respond. I panted uncontrollably and my tongue became a cotton ball. My legs refused to move faster than an 11 minute pace. The heat wafting up from the pavement was baking my shoes and running on the bone-dry grass was sadly no different.
Just before mile 3 was up, I acquiesced and shooed James - sweat sluicing off him, but nimble as ever - home. And I walked.
Miles 225-228: 42ish minute lesson that the heat will always beat me if I refuse to change my game-plan.
Plan your work and work your plan. But always allow room in your plan for serendipity to work its magic. It's worked for me. Good post Erin. Very thoughtful. Love always.
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