I decided to rebel against the taper *gasp* and run five miles instead of four this morning. Living on the edge, right? 

I just really wanted to run in the park. I miss the park since it’s been four whole days since we got to spend some quality time together. I also did some stride outs — they weren’t fast enough to be called sprints, but they were a good way to stretch and speed up my legs a bit.

The first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is check my non-important email, mostly to see if I won a book on Goodreads, and then check out the weather. Of course, this week I’ve been stalking Houston’s 10-day forecast.

I swear, Mother Nature has it out for me.

When I first started looking at the forecast, it was mid to high 50s, and one day even showed a bit of rain. I can do rain. Now the temperature on race day is inching upwards (bringing me back to the days leading up to Chicago, bleh)…

It is supposed to be a high of 65 on Sunday.

OK, so that’s not terrible  but I hope that it stops creeping. I am excited that the race kicks off at 7 a.m., so I should be done around 10:30 a.m. That means it shouldn’t be too warm at that time. But come on  Mother Nature, let’s just keep it on the cool side.

Do you become a habitual weather checker leading up to a race? What is the hottest race you’ve ever ran in? 

 



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