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.

6 thoughts on “Making Peace With Humidity

  1. In terms of humidity San Diego wasn’t much better at 90% but the air might have felt a little cooler since it was “only” in the upper 70’s.

  2. humidity is exactly the reason why i no longer live at home in hawaii. we certainly pay to live in california, but its worth every penny. wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world.

  3. Yeah, just remember that, Linda, when you think about coming to Cincinnati for the Flying Pig. We have hills AND humidity. 🙂

  4. Hey, we get that humidity in the Midwest too! Nothing like a matched pair of temperature and humidity. The good thing is you don’t have to “work up” a sweat. Oh, and you missed Founders Day–motorcycles galore! Vroom, vroom. Cheers!

  5. It takes me forever to get used to the humidity in the summer. It drains me. On the up side, if you train in it all summer, and run a marathon in the fall, with cool temps you will rock it!

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