So as previously mentioned, training has not been coming easily as of late. Or rather, it really hasn't been going well at all for this half. The weather through February was just plain miserable, meaning if I made it outside for a 4 mile run twice a week, I really thought I deserved a gold medal. Then towards the end of March the weather gods sent a string of high 70s/low 80 degree days. Which, after a winter of this:
was a gift from above.
However.
I really try not to complain about the weather. I mean, we can't control it, and it's there whether we like it or not, and I went to Syracuse so I should be approve reproach when it comes to snow, blah blah blah.
BUT. Pittsburgh decided for a solid 3 weeks that spring wasn't necessary. We would move straight from 50 to 80.
Gut instinct: fantastic! I love happy hours on patios! Yay sunshine, here to cure my seasonal depression!
Reality: OH MY GOD IT'S 83 DEGREES THE SUN IS BEATING DOWN ON ME AND I NEED TO RUN 5 MILES TODAY.
I am not kidding when I say I think my pace dropped a solid 3 minutes/mile when the heatwave swept in. I probably could have walked faster up certain hills. Also, totally forgot about my strategy of bringing a dollar in my running shorts to get water halfway through, and was panting like a dog left in the car all afternoon by the time I arrived home.
Also. To touch on a, shall we say, sensitive topic. There are these gorgeous trees in my neighborhood. They're white, flowery, and just all around a great enhancement to the 'hood. But the heatwave took them from dormant to blooming in 36 hours flat. And the blooming? Smells like something that I can't mention here. I mean, we try to keep it PG-13 here people. But imagine a very *cough* private *cough* occurrence that men have. And you'll have a good sense of the smell I'm dealing with while trying to run. In through the nose, out through the mouth....not a good breathing technique during this time of the year.
In addition to this raunchy smell that I'm trying to tolerate, my allergies have come out of NOWHERE (seriously, dormant since 1997) and smacked me in the ass. This has resulted in severe phlegm issues while running, causing me to stop every six blocks or so and hack up mucus.
If you're still reading this after the last two paragraphs - in the words of the Golden Girls, thank you for being a friend.
So needless to say running has been a challenge as of late. One I'm trying conquer one step and one dose of Claritin at a time.
Anyone else dealing with allergies or spunky trees? (Yes, I just took this into R-rated territory because I couldn't resist the rhyme).
was a gift from above.
However.
I really try not to complain about the weather. I mean, we can't control it, and it's there whether we like it or not, and I went to Syracuse so I should be approve reproach when it comes to snow, blah blah blah.
BUT. Pittsburgh decided for a solid 3 weeks that spring wasn't necessary. We would move straight from 50 to 80.
Gut instinct: fantastic! I love happy hours on patios! Yay sunshine, here to cure my seasonal depression!
Reality: OH MY GOD IT'S 83 DEGREES THE SUN IS BEATING DOWN ON ME AND I NEED TO RUN 5 MILES TODAY.
I am not kidding when I say I think my pace dropped a solid 3 minutes/mile when the heatwave swept in. I probably could have walked faster up certain hills. Also, totally forgot about my strategy of bringing a dollar in my running shorts to get water halfway through, and was panting like a dog left in the car all afternoon by the time I arrived home.
Also. To touch on a, shall we say, sensitive topic. There are these gorgeous trees in my neighborhood. They're white, flowery, and just all around a great enhancement to the 'hood. But the heatwave took them from dormant to blooming in 36 hours flat. And the blooming? Smells like something that I can't mention here. I mean, we try to keep it PG-13 here people. But imagine a very *cough* private *cough* occurrence that men have. And you'll have a good sense of the smell I'm dealing with while trying to run. In through the nose, out through the mouth....not a good breathing technique during this time of the year.
In addition to this raunchy smell that I'm trying to tolerate, my allergies have come out of NOWHERE (seriously, dormant since 1997) and smacked me in the ass. This has resulted in severe phlegm issues while running, causing me to stop every six blocks or so and hack up mucus.
If you're still reading this after the last two paragraphs - in the words of the Golden Girls, thank you for being a friend.
So needless to say running has been a challenge as of late. One I'm trying conquer one step and one dose of Claritin at a time.
Anyone else dealing with allergies or spunky trees? (Yes, I just took this into R-rated territory because I couldn't resist the rhyme).
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