Instead, I made it a mission to get in all of my steps. First, I went outside and used a broom to get all the spiderwebs, cotton from the cottonwood trees, and fish flies off of the house. It actually took me about an hour. I was a mess when I was done, covered in cotton and grime, which was all pasted to the layer of sweat on my body (thanks to the awful humidity!).
I was dying to go inside, take a shower, throw on my pi's, and lounge in the air conditioning. But I hadn't accumulated many steps from cleaning the house, so I headed out for a long walk. I walked to my parents' house, and chatted with my mom and her neighbor for a little bit, then continued to walk the neighborhoods.
(I love that an Instagram filter will remove even the grossest of sweat and bug guts from my skin)
I arrived back at my house having just hit 10,000 steps. I was getting blisters from the shoes I was wearing, so I swapped them out and headed out for one more circle of my neighborhood. After four miles total, I had reached my 12,000 steps.
I couldn't get into the shower fast enough, and then I finally sat down in my pajamas with a glass of Cabernet. It tasted so much better knowing that I put it a ton of effort to get in my step goal for the day.
This morning, I had plans to get together with Stephanie for a long run. On her schedule was eight miles, and she said her pace has been around 11:00/mile, so I figured it would be a nice, relaxing run. Well, I'm sure it would have been, but when I got out to my car, I saw that the humidity made it do THIS:
You know the humidity is bad when even your car is sweating! I drove to the Metropark to meet Stephanie at 6:45. When she parked, I gave her a bottle of Chardonnay and a card that I had gotten her for after her marathon--I haven't seen her since, so I've been holding on to it all this time (and surprisingly I didn't drink it myself). She asked, "You ready?"
And that's when I realized I forgot my Garmin.
It was like all the birds and animals went silent. The waves of the lake stopped moving. The sticky breeze came to a halt. I forgot my Garmin. Is it even possible to run without a Garmin? Would my legs still move? What would happen if I couldn't glance down and see my pace? If you run without a Garmin, does it even count? What do you post to social media?! For the love of God, what was I thinking when I left the house?!!
Okay, enough with the dramatics ;) Since I was running for fun, there was no need for a Garmin. And Stephanie had hers, so I could just use the info to plug in manually when I got home. No big deal. (But still, I felt so naked without it!)
We did an eight mile out-and-back, and I'm pretty sure I was completely soaked through with sweat by mile two. But it was nice having someone to chat with, and definitely made the time pass much faster than if I had run alone. We came across a couple of deer, who didn't seem at all scared of us. We got really close before they ran off the path and into the grass.
We took a 0.1-mile walk break after each mile after the turn-around, which helped a little. There were quite a few people out, mostly on bikes, but we saw a couple of other runners, too. There were a couple of older men on bikes that passed us, and they yelled, "There's ice cold beer waiting for you at the end!" Hahaha, I told him that I wish that were true. We finally made it back to the car--eight miles, run and done!
It was probably the most humid day we've had so far this year, but it was nice to run with a friend today!