In the midst of a running conversation I was set straight Monday afternoon. On the way home from a trip to Lansing I was complaining about how difficult it has been to run because of the heat. With the temperature soaring into the 90’s and the humidity causing even more issues I found myself being forced to run on a treadmill inside my gym.
If you have ever run for over 2 miles on a treadmill you know my issue. For those of you that don’t I would characterize it as roughly 20 minutes of sheer boredom interrupted by mere moments of physical pain and hate for the fact that you are running. All attempts are made to “zone out” and convince yourself that you’re not running but if you have a wandering mind like I do there’s no way to avoid it…you’re running in place and it’s not going to stop for a long time.
When you run outside it’s a totally different experience. There are sights to be seen, hills to climb and the occasional giant insect to avoid. It’s great fun.
So as Monday afternoon comes around and I am complaining to my co-worker about the heat she makes a statement that forces me to re-consider my opinion on running outside in the heat. She says “At some point you are either a runner or you aren’t…you have to stop letting the weather dictate how you run.”
It hit me like a ton of bricks and makes perfect sense. Here is a situation where I was spending so much time thinking about the heat that I was forgetting my mission to run. So I took the advice Monday evening and waited until about 10pm. I grabbed my running shoes, shorts and a t-shirt and just started running in the dark.
3.42 miles later I had completed my workout in the hottest conditions I have ever run in. I was tired, sweating and just plain disgusting but it was the best thing I have ever done to become an actual runner. I fought through the worst conditions, ran through a dark, deserted road and even managed to get lost in a neighborhood for an extra 2 miles before finding my way out.
“Don’t let the weather dictate how you run.”