So, I love -- LOVE -- hot and sunny weather. I love it. I even love when it's humid and sticky.
I don't really love running in hot and sunny weather. Over the summer I'll run in the morning -- 5:45, 6am -- before it really heats up, but even then, if it's a humid stretch, it's treadmill city to me.
So, you can imagine my internal conflict when I saw this weekend's weather report. High 80s both Saturday and Sunday? Sunny? Hot? YES! WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!
...but wait. Don't I have to run ten miles on Sunday? The day where there's a high of 88 to 90 degrees, with humidity and possible rain late in the day? Um...what?
You can further imagine how unsettling it was to get an e-mail from the sponsors of Broad Street, essentially saying the following:
"Dear Runners: So, you've seen the weather forecasts. Didn't see that one coming, did ya?? Neither did we. You know damn well you haven't trained in these conditions. And you know you weren't expecting this weather. We won't tell you what to do -- except for not get drunk on Saturday night. And make sure you start hydrating three days ago. And by the way, if you die during the race, it's TOTALLY your fault.
PS -- have fun at the expo!"
Remember how I was sort of vomiting with nerves already? Compound that by the fact that the last time I ran in this kind of heat and humidity -- over the summer -- I actually DID nearly vomit into a trashcan on Kelly Drive. (In front of a coworker, no less! Who hasn't really asked me to run with her again since. Hmm...coincidence, I'm sure.) And that was only FIVE miles.
Well, there's a long time between now and that starting line. I know one thing for sure: I am going to the Expo tomorrow morning and picking up my race packet (not to mention spending cash on a Bondi Band or two, and a SpiBelt). After that...well...I'll let you know if I end up dying.