Holy Humidity

I do realize it's summer in the Midwest, but quite honestly, I cannot get over how cruel this weather is. What the eff, Mother Earth? In order to combat the heat, I have to get up before the crack of dawn to hit the trails. Even then, I'm still dripping sweat and flinging it upon the poor soul who has the bad luck to cross my path. Good morning to you too, sir.

But it is what it is. And in the end, 6.5 miles were completed. It was by no means a fun run. It was a grueling workout that felt more like a double-digit race than a simple easy training run. I blame this on the temps. But also on my pathetic training thus far for Marathon #3, set to be run this October. I'll do the math for ya. That's approximately 13 weeks away.

I have every intention of beginning a consistent training schedule. It's vital to surviving the race. Really. As simple as that. If I don't train, I am going to fail. I may still finish, but I will have failed myself. I need to rediscover my love of the run. But again--let's cue Mother Earth. WTF.