I know this is supposed to feel good sometime

The past few weeks have been crazy humid and hot most days. Almost to the point where you don't want to run outside. And I would much rather run outside than inside. I've even been trying to talk myself into getting up and going in the morning before it gets too hot. But that's not working out for me too well either. For a while I didn't have any problems with that but lately I just can't seem to do it.

Yesterday morning I decided to go to the track and run. I went fairly early, about 9:00 or so. After about a half lap, I was already starting to get pretty sticky. I had a good first 2 miles. It went pretty smoothly. But I wanted to push it a little bit. So I kept going. I fought through some little cramps in my calves, a side cramp that didn't want to completely go away, my clothes starting to cling to me. I knew I had gone up there for a reason, that I liked it and somewhere in all of it, I wanted to be up there.

Then I was done. I took a drink of water, really started to sweat since I stopped moving. And that little voice in my head kicked in that told me I did alright and was pretty proud of myself for fighting through 4 miles in the humidity. I felt a little like a hot sweaty kid who'd been playing outside all day.

I knew that was there somewhere, I just had to get through 4 miles to find it.