Acclimating

Ready or not it is officially summer. It is hot and the kids are out of school. We even went to the pool today. I had to put on my bathing suit.

Summer is not shaping up to be the brouhaha it was when I was a kid.

Just last week it was spring; the temps were cool and the kids were still in school. And I hadn't even wrapped my mind around the idea of me donning a bathing suit.

Talk about your wake up calls.

Sadly though the kids' last day of school was Thursday last week and thus ended my Tuesdays and Thursdays long runs. Now I am at the mercy of family to watch my kids so I can get a run in. This means that I have to be flexible about when I run and how often and for that matter how far.

Really, it has been okay this week. It is Wednesday and I am at 20 miles for the week--which is usually where I am mid-week anyway. Sunday morning I got to run and then Monday Ryan came home early from work and I got to run then too--I never get to run on Mondays so this was a nice treat. Tuesday, no dice for me: Lala has been picked up by a new gallery and is desperately trying to get enough pieces together for a show at the beginning of June. She isn't even taking my calls. Bubbles worked yesterday and was unavailable. Ryan didn't get home til after 8 pm. Luckily I had gone to the gym in the morning so I had at least got a workout in even if it wasn't running. Today I promised to take the kids to Tara's pool for a playdate with Chase. I was worried that I wouldn't get a chance to run yet again and I thought I might even be too worn out after an afternoon with the kids at the pool to even go to the gym. So I made sure to go to the gym this morning. Even still, I was hoping Bubbles would come through for me and watch the kids this afternoon so I could run.

My prayers were answered. Bubbles showed up at 5 pm and I, happily, went out for my run.

But holy mother of God was it hot as hell. After the first mile my head was swimming. I purposely took a slow pace and did manage to run the whole 6 1/2 miles but by the 5th mile I was starting to get chills and as I rounded the corner into my neighborhood I was brushing salt off my forehead. I checked the temp when I got in and it was 85 degrees. I am guessing in the sun it was hotter than that. I am just not ready for that kind of heat yet. I mean how am I suppose to go from 60 to 85 degrees in less than a week? Shouldn't I have had a warning week in the 70's?

So I have gone in less than a week from running in 60 degree weather in the morning, whenever I wanted to run to running at odd times of the day in 85+ degree weather.

Sheesh, didn't mother nature ever hear about acclimating? Didn't the school system?