These days, I am a glutton for punishment. Yesterday was the second Friday in a row that I chose to run in the late morning heat. Fortunately, a heavy overcast offered the occasional breeze but I still believe the heat and humidity made me delirious.
My run felt strong and my pace felt fast, but I swear, the heat caused me to hallucinate because I really didn’t perform any better than the day before as my virtual running coach Garmin would tell me later.
As I’ve already stated, the heat messed with my mind. After the first mile, I ran along a dead end street in my neighborhood. This little half mile road to nowhere follows along a cypress swap and is great for practicing sprints. As I started to sprint, I noticed something lying in the road, which looked like a person. In the distance, I could barely make out what appeared to be tennis shoes and a blue shirt and this collapsed person had his head propped up on the curb like a pillow.
I came to a dead halt about a tenth of a mile into my sprint. I had to help this person, but I was too scared to run down there alone to offer my assistance. I turned and ran back to the main boulevard to flag down a car. Cars ignored me, but then they probably thought, “It’s just that crazy dancing runner again.”
Then, I spotted a friend riding his bike and I called out to him.
“I need your help. Do you have a cell phone? There’s a person collapsed down there. ”
“Are you serious?” he replied. “Are you sure?”
“No, I’m too scared to run down there by myself.”
To humor a hysterical panicked woman, he rode to the end to investigate the situation. He circled around and reported his findings.
“It’s just a barrel of trash that has spilled.”
Like I said, the heat caused me to hallucinate.
Ave Pace 9:50
This morning, Tiffany and I were supposed to run 6 miles with the Striders today, but that never quite happened due to some nasty rain.
It really is raining buckets and barrels here.