Florida wins another battle. Boo.

This morning, I got up, looked at the weather, saw that the dew point matched the temperature, realized that this indicated it was 100% humidity, and thought, 'Meh, I'll go tonight.'

Tonight, I noticed that the conditions were oppressive, even though the temperature was not so hot today because there were storms circling.  And after about a mile, I noticed that I had to walk.  A 5-mile run turned into a 3-mile one when my heart rate got pretty high (I don't usually track this, but I couldn't help but notice that my heart was racing faster than normal).

The answer was clear once I got home and looked at the weather: starting right around the time that I began my run, the dew point was the same as the temperature, meaning that the humidity was 100%.

Today's lesson is that you cannot win.  You just can't.

I also decided to do a quick comparison between today and a year ago today via Weather Underground (seriously, I adore this site) and could not help but observe that the dew point was more in the lower 70s for the majority of the day.  Today, it was in the high 70s.

Tomorrow is 'Get Reacquainted with the Treadmill' day.

Florida wins the battle but I will WIN this FREAKING WAR!

After resting for the earlier part of this week, I finally got to yoga yesterday and felt so good that I did not one, but two classes back-to-back (admittedly, the first one was not too tough).  This was a remarkable improvement over not wanting to leave bed on Thursday.  I felt like I was on track to get running again this weekend.  And I was.  Except for one slight problem: Florida Struck Back.

My plan for today was rest this morning, then do my run at sundown.  Maybe I would run 3 miles, maybe 5 depending on how I felt.  Five was definitely in reach right up until I looked at the weather and learned that the dew point was 81F.  Later, I discovered that the humidity did not drop below 74% all day and the temperature was over 80F last night.  Thanks, Weather Underground.  I think.

If you've seen Kill Bill and you remember that look that The Bride got immediately before she wreaked havoc, you have an idea of the look on my face when I saw this (cue soundtrack).  No really.  I was that mad.  Unfortunately, I couldn't take my revenge on Florida by killing off the Crazy 88 or anything, so instead I ran in the pool.  And you know what?  Since we are under heat advisory (in Florida!) and since the temperature may not go under 80F tonight (dude!) and since the dew point may still be beyond vile tomorrow, I shall do my long run in the pool tomorrow too.

One week from tomorrow, I shall run my half-marathon.  And that will show you to try and keep me from my training plan, Florida!

Incidentally, even in the pool it was hot.  The air feels gauzy.  That is not a good way for the air to feel.