1. The Temperature - I'm not sure about the rest of the world, but Spring failed to arrive here this year. One day it was 45* and the next it was 102*. And I am so not a fan. Yes, Virginia is always hot, but usually there is a period of acclimation. I don't think that ever happened, and if it did, I definitely missed it.
With that said, the Posse and I had 5-6 miles on the schedule today. When I left my house, it was 75* with 95% humidity. During our run, we couldn't get over how hard it felt. So, I said I was going to come home and find out what the Apparent Temperature was. I was expecting 85*, 90*, maybe more. I was so wrong.
It was a "feels like temperature" of 79. Well, at least according to this chart ...
Honestly, I think it's lying. It was at least 120* out there. I am just thankful I don't have to run outside this afternoon when the temperatures are supposed to be over 100* with humidity at 40%.
2. 2 Marathons in 6 Days - Yes, I am fully aware that my plan to run the NYC Marathon on November 7th and the Richmond Marathon on November 12th is COMPLETELY insane. But, I just want to make it clear that I have no intention of "racing" Richmond. NYC is my goal race. Richmond is an opportunity to run MTT with my friends, have fun and NOT worry about time. Plus, it will qualify me for Marathon Maniacs, which I think is kind of cool.
3. My Children - I love my kids. Most days, they love me back. Some days, however, I question how much. For example, a week ago or so, Dizzle said the following to me ...
"Mom, when YOU ARE GONE can Dad marry R's mom so that we can be sisters?"
Um, what Dizzle? WHEN I AM GONE? Am I dead in this scenario? Or did your father just divorce me? And really, why couldn't he be the one that's "GONE"? I mean, really, you'd choose him over me? I could always marry R's dad you know ...
Whatever, I'm over it.
And in other crazy kid antics, yesterday I walked in on Dilly, who had taken her diaper off. When I asked her why, she said, "I needed to see my butt."
Right, Dilly. You just NEEDED to.
15 minutes later, after the diaper had been put back on, I found her naked again. This time however, she was running from one end of the room to the other screaming, "I A NAKED BUTT BABY."
Obviously, I need to better supervise my children.