Dear Weather Gods,
I know that the world is a BIG place and that you have tons of weather systems to regulate, but really, what is going on here? I mean, come on. Why all this "anti-knee high sock" weather? Are you hating on my style? Seriously. It was over 90 all last week with crazy humidity. That's August weather. Not June.
And really. Did you see G and me yesterday?
We were hot messes. There was so much salt on our faces after our run, that we could have either made margaritas or exfoliated our skin.
Now, don't get me wrong. I really appreciate the little break from the heat this week. I'll admit it. It's nice. I loved that it was only 60 degrees when I ran at 6 a.m., rather than 80 like yesterday. But, couldn't you have held off for a day or two? Didn't you get the memo that I have a race on Saturday? Apparently, not. Because if you had, I'm sure you wouldn't have planned a high temperature of 95 degrees for that day. I'm taking it you're not a runner?
Well, whatever. I guess I just wanted to say thanks for messing with my race strategy. Looks like racing at half marathon pace is going to be pushing it. Actually, it looks like "racing" at all is going to be pushing it. So, thanks for the fun run! At least there is one aspect of my race plan that you can't mess with - my running mates. (G, Katye and MCM Mama) We are going to have a blast even if you try to threaten us with heat stroke.