I am building up a base for when training "really" starts on July 17. I have to say, it's been hell. I added a little Saturday 4-miler yesterday which, with today's 10-miler, put me over 20 miles for a week for the first time since Atlanta in March.
I used to say, "it's never too hot for me," but that must have been coined when I was not running. Either I have not yet acclimated to the instant summer conditions of the last three weeks or I am getting so old and I can't take it anymore. It was 77F when we started this morning with the sun up and 100% humidity. The first four miles were okay, the second four a challenge and the last two a death march. If Cherline hadn't been with me I might have walked it in. She's doing the Florida Triathlon the same weekend as the NYC Marathon so we'll be doing some long runs together.
I saw a sneak preview of "A Mighty Heart" last week. Wrenching. Made me never want to go to Pakistan. Watched "Blood Diamond" on Netflix last night. Ghastly. Made me never want to go to Africa. I think Iceland is safe. I'll think about that.
I am going to Rhode Island in less than three weeks. Now THAT is something to get excited about.