After my success on Saturday morning, I got cocky, and returned to the Greenway yesterday afternoon. I thought I’d have a great time of it, zipping through 5km, and maybe even adding a few more miles. And even more optimistically, I set my Garmin to work through some interval work to see if I could get my times down.
Mr. Sun, however, had an entirely different plan.
I got out to the Greenway just after work, and noticed it was hotter than I expected. Earlier in the day, we’d had a small storm come through that scrubbed out the atmosphere, and made things really nice. Apparently, nature abhors a vacuum, and where the humidity had poured down as rain, it was replaced with vicious crazy nasty humidity with big, nasty pointy teeth. So, not just hotter, but more humid. Hooray.
Jumping on the trail, I started moving my feet. I knew I’d take five minutes or so of walking to warm up, and shortly after that, I started to work my intervals. By the end of the third interval, I knew I was not landing in a happy place, and quickly, my times fell off, and I was looking at conditions and a pace more like the ugly race in Washington almost a month ago. This too, had turned in a death march across the desert of pavement.
I slogged on, and on, and on, wondering if this distance would ever be complete. It felt like some kind of sick Groundhog Day, with the pavement beneath my feet never seeming to end. I finally got to my three-quarters complete point, and knew I was gonna make it through. Frankly, there’s really no option but to finish — there’s no way to get back to the parking lot, shy of some kind soul stopping on the side of the road to rescue you and ferry you along.
So, I finished — yay! — but I was toast afterward. Note to self… heat and humidity DO NOT MIX!!!