One Word: HUMID!

Let me just start out by saying that I love summer. I think it would be sacrilegious to have virtually spent my entire life living at the beach and say that I don't. The season is filled with going to the beach obviously, the Fourth of July (my favorite holiday), traveling to see friends, Tides games, being outside all the time, and tanlines. Virginia Beach and Norfolk are always buzzing with something new to do during the summer. It's just perfect. 

That being said- I can't wait for autumn. It's my favorite season beyond all seasons. I love that it signifies (go ahead, groan all you students and teachers out there) the beginning of a new school year, leaves changing, football season, and the three big holidays of the year that fit in that glorious 8-week time span (hello Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas). This year, I have another reason to love fall--it will be cool enough that I won't look like I just took a nose-dive into the pool instead of going for a 20-minute run. Which, I hate to admit, is exactly what I looked like today.

It was funny that I woke up ten minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off at 6:40 this morning, to this feeling that I needed to get up to go run. It was the absolute first thought that entered my head. I was a little caught off-guard by that, but then decided now was as good a time as any to get out of bed. I fumbled around searching for my pink and gray running shoes, forgetting that I had thoughtfully placed them right next to my bed last night. I grabbed my watch and got dressed in what somewhat resembled running clothes. Downstairs I had a glass of water then headed outside to stretch and get started on training Day #3.

A brief overview of my workout: received three darling mosquito bites while stretching in the front yard, passed a bicyclist, four dog-walkers, one regular walker (who happened to be my mother; she looked at me with pity), and one other runner! Joy! She gave me a nod in that it's-far-too-hot-and-I'm-too-tired-to-even-begin-to-smile kind of way. I was relieved because I shared her sentiments.

Despite the heat and my overwhelming exhaustion due to my nonexistent caffeine fix, my morning run was relatively enjoyable. It was great to be out seeing other people in the morning, catching up with my neighbor as he got the newspaper and taking in the feeling of being extremely productive, all before 7 AM.

Tomorrow is probably going to be another scorcher, but I feel like even after these couple days I'm starting to get the hang of it. I am already planning my morning around my run- does that mean I am already starting to become adjusted to the life of an avid runner? 

P.S. Massive headache hit around 3 PM yesterday (terrible), but it's been 48 hours since my last coke. This is groundbreaking.