Good morning, Readers!
Found this awesome image on 6iee.com. I could have used some of this weather on Saturday.
This weekend was a mixed bag, really. Saturday was the first of the two 5km runs I signed up for this year. It was, of course, the Ottawa Foam Fest, a 5km obstacle course run that involves mud puddles and pits of foam. It's a lighter run; nothing like the Spartan Race, which I have done and did not enjoy nearly as much as this one. Your run is not timed. Your fellow runners are not there to compete with you. There are no meatheads, no judgement, and a whole lot of silly fun. I really like this run because it is so relaxed and all about enjoying your day.
My own personal goal was the same as last year's Foam Fest. Run in between each obstacle. I managed that, so I'm pleased.
We arrived late, alas, as my ride was a little late, and there were, on top of that, a couple of accidents on the way to the race location. When we arrived, it felt like things were not moving well at all on their end. Our registration line took a full forty minutes for us to get to the registration person and get our gear. There wasn't much shade for us while we were waiting, either, and it was obnoxiously hot. We would have missed our start time even if we had been on time, if things were always like this.
I have to admit that I was not exceptionally patient, waiting in that line. I hate waiting at the best of times. But standing in the full sun, in that awful heat, for that long, boiled away what little patience I had. Apologies to everyone in my vicinity as I fumed.
It was genuinely a sweltering day on Saturday; the hottest one yet, and dangerously humid. It made running hell. It hit the 30s, and ended up feeling like 47 or so, according to the weather app on my phone. For those of you who are still using outdated measuring systems, that's degrees celsius. It was hot. It was hot and awful, and I didn't manage it very well.
I don't deal with heat very well, at all.
I'm not the only one in the house who doesn't. Galahad, the younger of our two cats, also does not cope well with the heat. He got heat stroke last year, and was suffering these last few days. He spent most of his time downstairs and wouldn't let me anywhere near him. Like the majority of cats, he dislikes attention when he's not feeling great. So, for three days, he's been downstairs, trying to hide from the heat and me. This morning, it was wonderfully cool, and so Galahad spent the morning in my bed, being exceptionally cuddly. I had missed him so much these last few days, and getting the chance to cuddle him again was great. Thank you, cooler nights and mornings!
That was a diversion. Back to the run.
I am super impressed with my sunscreen which, despite the sweat and the puddles and the mud and the running and the climbing and sliding over things, kept my ghostly skin from burning. I do not have a sunburn, except, perhaps, a mild one on my scalp, which... I mean... I should've worn a cap.
My own personal goal was the same as last year's Foam Fest. Run in between each obstacle. I managed that, so I'm pleased.
We arrived late, alas, as my ride was a little late, and there were, on top of that, a couple of accidents on the way to the race location. When we arrived, it felt like things were not moving well at all on their end. Our registration line took a full forty minutes for us to get to the registration person and get our gear. There wasn't much shade for us while we were waiting, either, and it was obnoxiously hot. We would have missed our start time even if we had been on time, if things were always like this.
I have to admit that I was not exceptionally patient, waiting in that line. I hate waiting at the best of times. But standing in the full sun, in that awful heat, for that long, boiled away what little patience I had. Apologies to everyone in my vicinity as I fumed.
It was genuinely a sweltering day on Saturday; the hottest one yet, and dangerously humid. It made running hell. It hit the 30s, and ended up feeling like 47 or so, according to the weather app on my phone. For those of you who are still using outdated measuring systems, that's degrees celsius. It was hot. It was hot and awful, and I didn't manage it very well.
I don't deal with heat very well, at all.
I'm not the only one in the house who doesn't. Galahad, the younger of our two cats, also does not cope well with the heat. He got heat stroke last year, and was suffering these last few days. He spent most of his time downstairs and wouldn't let me anywhere near him. Like the majority of cats, he dislikes attention when he's not feeling great. So, for three days, he's been downstairs, trying to hide from the heat and me. This morning, it was wonderfully cool, and so Galahad spent the morning in my bed, being exceptionally cuddly. I had missed him so much these last few days, and getting the chance to cuddle him again was great. Thank you, cooler nights and mornings!
That was a diversion. Back to the run.
I am super impressed with my sunscreen which, despite the sweat and the puddles and the mud and the running and the climbing and sliding over things, kept my ghostly skin from burning. I do not have a sunburn, except, perhaps, a mild one on my scalp, which... I mean... I should've worn a cap.
Anyway, I'm super thankful for and impressed by my sunscreen.
Sunday was just as much of a mixed bag. I proved I'm a terrible friend by double-booking myself, because I forgot about a get together. I did get to spend the day with Dad, though, which is always lovely. We saw the latest Spider-Man, and I really enjoyed it. As far as live-action Spider-Man's go (Spider-Men?), I think Tom Holland is my favourite.
I was still quite exhausted from the run (and still am. The heat, folks, I can't deal), though, and ended up going to bed very early.
And that was my weekend. How was yours?
This week, I doubt I'll get much writing done, as I have a bunch of other stuff to do, starting with a video that needs editing and uploading. If I'm very lucky, I'll get it done today.
Right, I'm off to do work.
Ciao!
Sunday was just as much of a mixed bag. I proved I'm a terrible friend by double-booking myself, because I forgot about a get together. I did get to spend the day with Dad, though, which is always lovely. We saw the latest Spider-Man, and I really enjoyed it. As far as live-action Spider-Man's go (Spider-Men?), I think Tom Holland is my favourite.
I was still quite exhausted from the run (and still am. The heat, folks, I can't deal), though, and ended up going to bed very early.
And that was my weekend. How was yours?
This week, I doubt I'll get much writing done, as I have a bunch of other stuff to do, starting with a video that needs editing and uploading. If I'm very lucky, I'll get it done today.
Right, I'm off to do work.
Ciao!
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