So, we get a weekly uplifting e-mail from the D.C. National Aids Marathon Program training rep, giving details and reminders about the upcoming weekly run, along with motivational stuff, fundraising and running tips, and etc.
I really look forward to these e-mails because they are funny and fun and motivational and make me feel part of a group, and part of a bigger purpose in life. So, I like live for these e-mails!
This week's run, on Saturday, is 16 miles—16 long, hot, miles, but not really any hotter than any other Saturday. In fact, by 9 a.m. it's supposed to feel like 83°F. Which in this town? That's tepid, balmy, practically lukewarm for July.
But today's weekly e-mail had these very odd words in it:
It looks like it is going to be a hot one this weekend.
(Ed.'s note: Duh.)
Because of the potentially high heat and humidity, we are making this weekend’s run optional. If you don’t feel like you should be running in the high heat/humidity this weekend, then please don’t push yourself.
"Don't push yourself??"
"If you don't feel like it??"
"This week's run is optional??"
I don't even know where to begin with this. Yeah, I know they are only concerned about our safety, but come on! I have enough problems being motivated without my coaches telling me things are optional.
And it's not like I can't do enough freaking out about long runs on my own. Now I have my coaches painting a picture of heat stroke and heart attacks and other dire outcomes for me.
This is a slippery slope, my friends.
And speaking of slippery (this is related, stay with me here), after having had a relatively sugar-free house for several months, ice cream made its way into my freezer, all because of NOD having her wisdom teeth out last week, after which she was told she couldn't eat anything but soft foods, and she was soooo sad, I had to run out and buy her all kinds of high-fat content ice cream, which I was certain I could safely ignore the presence of. In my freezer.
Um, not so much, it turns out, since I just downed a few bowls of ben and jerry's...um yuuuum! And I'm positive that that has nothing whatsoever to do with evil e-mail from running people.
To that e-mail, I have this to say: Am now putting hands over ears and la-la-la-ing, and ha ha I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!