I don’t like jogging in shorts.
Actually, the skimpy, practical running kind like the ones I wore in my cross country days would be okay with me (as scary as that sounds), but I only have a mid-thigh pair from my indoor soccer days that climb as I run.
It’s just too dang hot for my mesh Adidas capris or my swishy black cotton gauchos (which, in all honesty, aren’t great for running in any weather since they stretch out around the waist and I spend the entire time adjusting them).
Anyway, it was 94 when I got back from my run at 8:25 p.m. Yes, I went, but I waited till the sun had tucked itself almost all the way in to go. And, I would not have done it if I didn’t have A/C to come back to.
Roundtrip through my neighborhood was only about a half an hour. I did the three main cul-de-sacs twice, choosing to run through the sprinklers instead of dodging them.
I even tackled a long, steep hill I’d been avoiding. And, guess what? I might do that hill more often when it’s hot like this. At the bottom is a court that sits at the lowest point in our development and I think there’s a marsh below the houses. Jogging onto that street felt like a musty yet refreshing descent into a basement. It was cool and damp, and I wanted to just run in circles there, but I decided the homeowners might think I had heat exhaustion or something and call the cops.
Overall, the workout was great, other than my annoying creeping shorts, and I wanted to continue even though I knew I shouldn’t since being outside felt like breathing with a wool blanket draped over my face.
Tomorrow’s supposed to be even hotter. I can’t decide if I want jog late in the day or if I want to roll myself out of bed at 6 a.m.
What should I do?