I woke up early this morning to the bastard rooster that continues to cock-a-doodle-doo outside of my window every day. Seriously, if I can catch this sucker, he will be my dinner one day. It’s going to come to blows. And soon.
Anyway, I went upstairs, drank my coffee, and looked outside, expecting to see the beautiful sunshine that I have been greeted with every morning. Only today, that wasn’t the case. It was pouring rain! To be honest, I didn’t mind it necessarily because it was still warm and it made everything look mystical. However, it did mean that I wasn’t going sprinting out the door for my scheduled 5-miler! Instead, I decided to join my dad at the local gym in Lihue. He had already planned to get a lift in there and I figured that I would just do a treadmill run.
Additional bonus? I could wear my running capris! Not that this is typically exciting, but I only brought my Nike Tempo shorts and these capris. Unfortunately, I’m an idiot and never realized that the tropics are not super conducive to running in 3/4 length pants— WAY too hot! However, I’m also not used to running in such humidity, so me and the Tempos have not been getting along. We’re having a bit of a chafing issue, which is really abnormal for me. Anyway, I got a bit excited about heading to an air-conditioned facility, solely because I knew I could wear the capris and heal the chafing for a day. WINNING!
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| This is Angel. She has nothing to do with my story, but if this isn’t a “winning” pic, than I don’t know what is! |
Or not. We showed up, and again, my idiot brain had led me astray. Not only was the gym not air-conditioned, but the cardio area was packed into this tiny racquetball court. Literally, the treadmills were all touching so that you couldn’t even set a bag down next to your station. Even worse? No windows, no fan, nothing. Literally a racquetball room with wall-to-wall treadmills.
That was problem A.
Problem B happened when the wi-fi couldn’t connect to my Kindle, so I ended up using my phone to watch a movie on Netflix. Apparently, my phone hated the heat in the room also, and it went cray-cray. It kept flipping to “voice memo” (whoever leaves a voice memo on their own phone?!) in the middle of my movie so I’d have to slow down, fix it, and start running again. Needless to say, this led to a 15-minute mile for the first one. Super impressive, I know.
After all that, I finally got over myself and my bitching and ran the scheduled 5 miles. I even felt extra cool at the end because I literally looked like I had jumped into a pool or something: I was seriously drenched in sweat, and other than it dripping off my eye lashes, I kinda enjoyed the feeling. After all, I don’t usually sweat THAT much. I’ve had my fair share of red wine this week, and I’m pretty sure I just flushed all that out of my system!
For the record, the rain had stopped by the time I left the gym. It was beautiful for the rest of the day! Remind me, how do you define irony?
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