I got to Virginia on Sunday. I came in on a Redeye flight from Sacramento, to New York, then to Richmond. Then, my cousin’s daughter picked me up, and we drove 90 miles to Norfolk. I was so sleepy, having to go to the visitation for my Uncle just a few hours later.
The next morning, I decided to try to run early. I opened the door, and was hit with what felt like an oppressing wall of heat. But…not just heat, something else…heavy and warm. My hair became damp, I started to sweat, and not in a pretty, glistening way. I had been hit with 97% humidity. Yes, you read that right. 97. PERCENT. Like, almost water, right?
Well, I shelved the run, and later my cousin and I walked for an hour, so as to salvage some type of exercise plan. I was soaked, drenched from head to toe.
Today, I decided that I have to run, because there is a little marathon I’m committed to in Washington DC on Halloween. So, I go outside, fully prepared to run 5 miles, although we’ve driven around enough to know that I would probably get lost. One street was stately, beautiful homes, the next street, people are partying on their porches, trash on the lawn.
I step outside. My internet says it’s ONLY 57%. Apparently, I read that when I didn’t have my glasses on my head. It was again 97. I started to run at a snail’s pace, and not because I was tired, or my legs were hurting or anything…It was because I felt like I was running AGAINST something. The rest of the run was uneventful, except that I kept looking at Crash to see if and when this thing would end.
I finally stopped at the perimeter of the Ocean View golf course, doing 2.19 miles in 23:52.
Here’s what went through my mind: There really should be a grading system to get into say, Boston or something. Like, if you PR in the South that should MEAN something in terms of time. I do enough complaining about running period, but compared to the South and East coast, running in California is a dream. SO, if you looked at the elements in California, what do we have? Hills? okay. Yeah, they should grade a hilly marathon compared to a flat one…a humid vs. a dry. Makes perfect sense to me. Or, if you live in a place like, say Colorado…you could really kick some marathon ass in a place like Fresno. BQ even.
So my hat is off to the runners I know from the South and East. I think if you want a PR though, you should go elsewhere. If my run today is any indication of the rest of the week, I should be sufficiently tough enough to go back to California and race something spectacular.
I’m going back to the Golf Course tomorrow. My plan is to double the miles. I must make peace with this humidity, because after all, I am training, and the marathon has taught me one thing: You don’t control the weather on race day, and NEVER on training runs. I’m glad I brought two pairs of shoes.