Okay, well it's already been established that I am, but I don't mean crazy in that sense. I'm actually talking about things I willingly do. Consider the following.
Yesterday, the high here was 107 degrees (which also happens to be the temperature right now, by the way), and I went for a run. It was my normal Sunday thing with the Hash so it's not like I just got a burr up my ass and went running. Still, there has to be something a bit off about me if I'm willing to run in weather like that. I had to prehydrate all day just to get ready.
Of course, I've also run in insanely cold weather. Last winter I ran a race when it was 12 degrees at the start, but that doesn't seem to be the same sort of crazy. You warm up when you run so doing it in cold weather sort of balances out. Although that one was sort of nuts. I was wearing a knit cap during the race and when I finished I had a layer of frost on my cap where all the sweat had frozen. I thought it had warmed up considerably during the race, but the temperature was still in the 20s. It's all relative, I suppose.
I don't know. Is it possible that I've become obsessive?
2 comments:
Um, yes. Running in cold weather is understandable. Running in this heat? Totally nuts.
Well, the funny thing about it is that I run better in the heat. I can't always run as long, but I'm faster. I feel better while I'm doing it.
When you run in the cold nothing wants to do what you're trying to do. Everything is stiff and doesn't work quite the same way. Of course, I am 37 so that might have something to do with it, too.
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