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Covid-19, “The Rona Era”

I hate hot weather, I hate it, hate it. I hate running in it even more. It’s not just heat, it’s the humidity, and being soaked with sweat while you barely move. Not_ a_ fan!.

Today I was going to be cute and cleaver. It’s July 11th and the goal is to run 7.11 miles for 7/11. I actually ran 7.12 miles. Doesn’t matter goal was still meet.

Summer hotness comes early. It was 76 degrees at 5:45 a.m. on a Saturday. I really wanted to sleep in today. I knew there would be no way in hell I could because it was just going to get hotter the longer I waited.

Today, for mileage and coolness, I knew running around the Charles River would be 7 miles and there would be cool spots along the river and Esplanade.

Slow and steady was the goal. The most I’ve run in a while was a 10k, it was time to go a bit further. As I’m running I was surround by geese. They would appear, like a gang, at different points along my Charles River route. I can count at least five different places where the gang showed up. I’m assuming it was a different geese gang at each point.

As I ran, the hotter it got. I wasn’t moving fast. I wanted to preserve my energy. I think about mile 2, I was dripping with sweat. F- it I thought. I’m taking off my shirt and just going to run in my sports bra. I didn’t give a damn. For five miles I ran with just my sports bra on. I think this might have been the second time that I did this. I can count on one hand how many times I’ve run with just a sports bra.

Let me say, it felt good. I don’t know why I don’t run that way more often. If this stupid heat keeps up, I will be doing it more often. As I was running, I thought. This is what a runners body looks like.

I was proud that I finished 7 miles in 1:13:40. I was working through heat and my Hoffa Fat Pad. I realize now I should have hydrated more, otherwise I could have kept on going.