That time I felt like dying in Millers Bay

That, my friends, sucked.

It wasn't as humid out tonight. There was a breeze, the mercury in the thermometer was only parked around 80 degrees. Surprisingly, it was pretty tolerable outside considering what we've had to deal with the last few days.

It sounded like good weather to get the longer run in that I skipped yesterday in favor of a 3 mile jaunt. So I headed out to Menominee Park for a change of scenery and a 4.5 mile run.

The first two miles went OK. I wasn't overly hot and I wasn't dripping in sweat. But by the time I got to the turnaround point around mile 2.2, I was dying. My legs felt like rubber, I had zero energy and the sweat was pouring off my body. I actually stopped running, stretched a bit and ended up walking for 5 or 6 minutes, hoping it would pass.

I ran most of the way back to my car, stopping to walk for one more short break, but I still felt blah at the end. Once I was done, I sat down on the curb and downed the entire water bottle of water that I had brought with me (and unfortunately left in the car).

I'm not entirely sure what my problem was today. It could have been the weather. But I also didn't eat and drink very well today. Just some Cheerios, a bagel and some Skittles today and I didn't really drink much water at all today. Hopefully it goes away and the running returns to normal.

Because this running thing? It's supposed to be getting easier and that half-marathon? Yeah, it's in 45 days.