Well! No race to report on! Happy Monday!!
Holy holy cow was it humid out. 10.5m along the Hudson River and not much to report about it. I had to stop mid-run to reapply Aquaphor, which probably looked quite indelicate but whatevs. Can I count this as cross-training since I was basically swimming?
Photos: technically the hottest I've ever been, on a train ride in Morocco (and I lived without air conditioning in the desert for a looong time). The AC was broken on the train and the train just got hotter... and hotter... over the 9 hour ride. And the windows wouldn't open. And, because I am a moron, I refused to drink any more water than a few sips out of fear of having to use the train bathrooms. (During the run I drank water, lots of cola-flavored nuun. Delicious when at full strength, and pretty gross watered down.)
On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"