I had such great plans for this morning's long run. I got up at 6 a.m., ate a protein bar, hopped in my brother's truck, and headed for a lakeside park with a 7-mile trail. I had it all mapped out and everything looked good to go. I made all the right turns, stopped by a convenience store to grab a couple of sports drinks, and tooled down the road to the park. Some idiot was riding my tail in the pre-dawn approach and I missed the park entrance. I took the next left and found a turnout to change direction. Unbeknown to me, the spot was on a downhill slant and my brother's truck had little tread on the tires. I was barely off the road but the slant was too much for the truck, and let's just say it got worse the more I tried. I had to call him and between the two of us we finally got it back on the road. By that time I was an hour past when I wanted to start and the sun was coming up.
The trail itself wasn't too bad, although there were a few spots where it could have been better marked. I made one circuit around the lake, got something to drink and ate a gel pack, and went about another mile before turning back. I probably got in a 9-mile run (my GPS died after the break) and spent an hour and a half outside. I thought about running more but the humidity was just too much. The temperature wasn't too bad, probably in the low 70s, but the moisture was about 95%. Humidity - the silent killer. I didn't get in the mileage I wanted and there was a lot of walking, but the effort was more than the mileage shows. When I return home I'll see how I feel about the upcoming schedule and whether or not I need to modify it.
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