He got to Jon first and basically made him feel like an idiot. He then proceed to tell him that they were having problems withe people dumping and bringing yard trash back there. Thats fine, I understand all of that and I'm not mad or anything. It is a private road. The point is, there are much nicer and civil ways of going about doing this. Jonathan was rather mad about the way the man talked down to him, and he almost told him that he didn't appreciate how they tore up his property to lay their water line just so they could have public water. Thankfully he thought better of it and we ran on our merry way. I guess we have to start risking life and limb on the other back roads if we want to get any kind of hill running in.
I still feel that if you really want it to be a private road and keep all people out, you need to put yourself up a fancy gate to let the world know you are snooty and want to live as a hermit in your ridiculously oversized mansion wanna-be. Guess what dude, my parent's are looking to buy land near us. I might just convince them to buy back there, that way I have a purpose in running back there and you can't keep me out then. What do you think about that?
So anyway...
The heat and humidity is killing me. Not really, but it is making really hard to breathe and feel like I'm getting enough air. On all my runs this week, even the sort ones at bootcamp at 5:30 in the morning, I feel like I have lead in my shoes and my lungs are going to explode. My muscles are all ok, not too fatigued, but I just can't get enough air. I keep my shoulders back, I have good posture, I take deep breaths, but nothing helps. Yesterday I was struggling to get through my 4.5 miles. I really fear Peachtree at the rate I'm going, because it is going to be really humid that morning. Maybe it will rain, I can stand humidity if it isn't 96 degrees out.Maybe its all psychological. I keep telling myself I can do this. In high school, I'd run 6 miles a day, Monday through Friday at 3 in the afternoon, for cross country. I'm talking, mid August in South Georgia. Hello humidity and 100+ degree heat. I don't know how I did it. I'm in at least as good a shape now as I was then, and I'm not that much older, only 10 years. Argh. I'm having a hard time not letting it discourage me. But I know it will pass. This heat isn't forever, and all runners have their hard days.
I can't wait for the weekend. We are going to Savannah for a college friend's wedding. It will be so gorgeous. I also have a run mapped out from our hotel. We will be running down Drayton Street to Forsyth Park, back up Whittaker Street, past The Lady & Sons restaurant and Market Square, down River Street, up a steep road, and back to our hotel. Sounds fun right? We are going to do it one of three ways: 1 lap around Forsyth Park will be about 4 miles, 2 laps 5, and 3 laps 6.3 miles. I really want to aim for the 6 miler, but it will all depend on the heat and how we feel. I'm thinking that since it will all be flat, we will be able to go a little longer than we do at home, and at 6 in the morning it shouldn't be any hotter then that it is at home. Also, I think getting a 6 miler under our belts will boost our confidence for the Peachtree.
See y'all Monday!
