I already used up all my metaphors for hot muggy washington days. Let's see if I can pull a few more out.
Washington ... has a G in in, and that stands for "godforsaken" which starts with a G, and hey, there's a G in "muGGy"!!!
But muggy does not even come close to describing yesterday morning, 6:30 a.m., on the Capital Crescent trail. A place where there are lovely tall trees, and lots of shade. Kind of Amazonian. And my last whingy post about running through water-soaked air? Well that was when it was still cool out. Now, it's definitely hot. Hot, and did I mention muggy?
So following my own advice, I ran only three miles, and I didn't push it, and I did ok: 33:43, which is still thrilling. Anything under 12 minutes is now thrilling.
And then I made the mistake of standing by our office door to do my stretches, instead of behind the building, so that every single person who came to work yesterday got to hear me say "I can't do this, it's too hard, I want to quit..." Top o' the mornin' to ya!
Will I ever like running? All signs point to no. But I have this annoying thing about not quitting. So there's that.
I think it's high time to post about why I'm doing this (running this marathon, for those of you tuning in late). If I had a solid reason, maybe I could focus on that instead of how much I hate running? Just a thought.
And why do I hate running, exactly?
1. Too sweaty.
2. Too smelly.
3. Too much hard breathing (hmm... no comment).
4. Too scared of getting injured and not being able to run which MAKES NO SENSE, because if I hate it, I'd be dying to get injured!! Then I could quit with dignity!
So here's today's question: Does anyone else out there in cyberspace (who is running a marathon) also hate running? And part b) why do you still do it??