I had no intention of running outside today. Having gotten up early 3 days in a row, I wanted to sleep in a bit. It was a little before 9 and my computer was telling me it was only 64 degrees outside, so I decided that I may as well go outside for a run and I may as well pick a fun location.
I settled on going down to the battery to run. Once upon a time, I said I should do this and I did do this when I ran the iFive:K two weeks ago. Once I got outside, however, I could tell that it was not 64 degrees. The clock at the bank by my apartment said 81 when I left (83 when I returned) and it was humid. No matter, I was already in my car, so I may as well go for a good sweat.
Part of me wanted to do a relatively fast run today, but with the heat and another run tomorrow, I wasn’t sure that was a good idea. Eventually, I just decided to let my body go and decide how fast it wanted to run. It went somewhat faster than I expected, but it wasn’t exactly what we’d call a speed run either. It was slower than my (hopeful) marathon pace. I did 3 miles in 29:40 while keeping my heart rate at relatively modest levels.
I have a plastic table cloth that I keep in my car to cover my seat when I go home. I had just been using a blanket, but that didn’t seem to be getting the job done. When I got home and stepped out of the car, a bunch of sweat rolled out of my shorts and splashed onto the ground. It was sort of a weird sensation. I wasn’t really thinking that I had even sweat that much on my run, but I guess the longer than usual car ride home gave me plenty of time to accumulate sweat.
I’d like to find another nice scenic place to run tomorrow, but I don’t want to drive too far. I was considering going down to Kiawah Island, but it’s a bit of a drive and I don’t want it to get too hot while I’m driving down.

