Last week was low-key and spent visiting family in Wisconsin, which was in the midst of a heat wave in the beginning of the week. I attempted to take a page out of Jonelle’s book when it comes to maintenance running and super hot weather: “One of the nice things about maintenance mode is that you can check the weather and promptly declare it too hot to run without guilt.” I always forget that. Although, technically, I’m building a base and am not in maintenance mode. Also, I forget that I teach yoga at a gym, where there are treadmills, and that normal people use a treadmill when it’s hot outside.
Anyway, last week, instead of stressing about the miles that I wasn’t accumulating on my running shoes, I…
… went on a few short runs with my brother around the neighborhood.
… dipped my toes into Lake Michigan.
… did the Chicago tourist thing and walked through the entirety of the Art Institute without bonking and then made it through Millenium Park.
… even went to a local yoga studio that boasted a prop room. Seriously, I’ve been in studios in DC that were smaller than this room dedicated to prop storage.
All a long way of saying that the building a base for the half marathon has been sort of on the back burner until my 6-miler this morning in 91% humidity. How DC flirts with such incredible humidity without ultimately raining is beyond me. At that point, you’re whipping out the snorkel and looking for fins or something, you know? Anyway, I haven’t yet developed gills, but I think I may by the end of the summer.
Last week by the numbers:
Sunday – 4 miles, wicked hot. Went out too late and the Wisconsin sun roasted me and my brother.
Monday – Goofed off. Also known as trying not to melt during the heat wave. Dipped toes into Lake Michigan.
Tuesday – 4 miles at the crack of dawn, before it got insanely hot. People in Wisconsin all wave when you run by.
Wednesday – Drove through two vicious thunderstorms and covered all of the Chicago Institute of Art on foot, which has to count for zen-like cross training or something.
Thursday – 1.5 hours of flow yoga.
Friday – 4 miles, chased by 1.5 hours of hatha yoga. Apparently, there isn’t much of a distinction between flow and hatha at this studio. And for a level 2/3 class, I was surprised that there were no arm balances or inversions other than shoulderstand.
Saturday – Rest. Uhm. I nearly pulled an all-nighter reading The Help.