It was so hot ….

by david on August 18, 2013

How hot was it? It was 20 degrees hotter this morning than it was last Sunday morning in Westerly, Rhode Island, when I ran off my last two miles of summer vacation.

It was a pleasant morning last Sunday. Clear blue skies, sunny and 52 degrees. 52 degrees! Ahhhhh. I ran two laps around the colony taking the most extreme perimeter route possible without going down a dead end. That’s a two-mile circuit, not the 1.7 mile measurement my Shelter Harbor buddies told me it was. (I Google Pedometer-ed it!).

Lap 1 required a pit stop at my Smith friends’ house, for a cup of coffee and farewells. Lap 2 was time spent with the Walker “kids,” Jeff and Karen, who have always been my RI run-buddies.

It was tough to get on a plane and return to this.

I’m in week 2 of marathon training and I followed the plan to the tenth of a mile: 4×1200 repeats on the track Tuesday and five miles at tempo pace on Thursday. This morning I endured 12 miles in really warm weather. No need to know what it was, really. It was just plain stupid hot.

So hot that when I weighed myself afterwards I was shocked to see I had shed all 10 pounds that I had gained while on vacation. While that is a satisfying result, I’m rehydrating as best I can now.

The Orlando Runners Club Sunday Morning Team was out in good numbers today. 20, Jack reports. I ran my first mile with Ed, Christine, Liz and Chris, sharing my vacation story of chasing Taylor Swift sightings all over southern New England.

I don’t know why I did that other than it was the summer sport in Watch Hill this year. I missed her paddle-boarding in the bay right outside our cabana the day before we  arrived in July. The occasion made for a paparazzi moment that ended up  in People magazine. Other sightings were made at the Olympia Tea Room and Mystic Pizza, over in Connecticut.

Anyway, Chris revealed a wedding in his future, for daughter Allison. The young man who did the asking was well prepared for Chris when he asked for Allison’s hand, complete with spread sheets on how he was going to care for her. And the proposal story was as involved and romantic as they come, complete with a buried treasure chest, key and ring.

Also, since I was away, Christine cut off her hair, Jack is running again, and Cheryl is spoiling everybody at Seth’s house water stop by supplying ice popsicles in a cooler. I’m sure there’s more but there’s always next week.