I ran 5 miles yesterday. It was 16 degrees.
I ran 5 miles today. It was 76 degrees.
It’s official. My lungs have picked up their bronchioles, wheezed “What the f*%# Colby?!” and quit.
I’m not complaining. Really I’m not. I miss Bundlin’ Up. I really do. And its only been a day. After reading Tina’s Ode to Yak Trax earlier today, I’m dying to bust out mine and take them for a spin. But just not here in Sunnyville.
I struggled today. 5 miles at 76 degrees? Total struggle bus. And 76 degrees isn’t even that hot. It’s the delta. Its the 60 degree change without increasing my fluid intake (unless rum counts as hydration. Coconut water it is not, but mixed with it? Hmmmmm.)
I’ve been slacking when it comes to drinking water because of how cold its been at home. “Ahhhh. It’s cold out. I’m “hardly” sweating.” That mindset translates to me drinking a thimble of water a day. That doesn’t fly down here in South Flahhhhrida. I was a salty, dehydrated, sluggish mess. I blame myself.
Moral to the story: Drink Up People.
No matter what the temperature. Don’t be fooled into thinking your need for water and electrolytes disappears with a cold front. Especially when your training remains the same. Keep hydrating. Tomorrow is supposed to be 83. I bought some Gatorade which, by the way, does not go well with rum.