Have you ever thought to yourself: hey, I wonder what running through an armpit would feel like? Me neither, but on that note it officially feels like summer in the District so I’m reminded each day.
The crowds of graduates walking around in their regalia have thinned out, the overeager summer interns have arrived in full force, and generally speaking the motion activated lights in the hallways at work are dark with so many people out on vacation. Seeing the young ones makes me somewhat nostalgic for a bygone era and is a reminder of how much older I am. While I was in Central Park this past weekend doing the Celebrate Israel 4 miler, I saw they had started setting up Summer Stage and was reminded that it’s almost 10 years to the day since my friend Giselle and I came in at the end of our senior year of high school and saw the Strokes on that very stage. We were also really excited to be 18 so we could go to Webster Hall and see Franz Ferdinand the week after and as seniors we were ready to go in a school night because, duh, senioritis.
There are also bugs everywhere and as you get sweatier and run they start to stick to you. Also, humidity. Lots of humidity in the summer, too, not just nostalgia for a bygone era that wasn’t that great to begin with. I just stand outside and get covered in a layer of thick, smelly, sweat. Pit stains: the must have summer accessory. Ah, summer runnin’ had me a blast.
Personally, I think you can officially call yourself a runner if you make it through the summer season and keep on running. Summer’s the ultimate test of your dedication because it makes even laying outside doing nothing physically taxing. I also think that all races should end with Italian ices like the 5k I did on Saturday. They lacked the soft pretzels of 2013, but they still had the Rita’s ices and delicious smoothies so I was content.
The transition to summer running means accepting my new found limitations. I’m running watchless, and fuck it, I don’t care. I could start getting hysterical over pace, but after my craptastic spring, I’m kind of okay with knowing the distance and just running it however long it takes me. I don’t need to be that person who passed out from heat stroke on the Rock Creek trail and then got run over by a bunch of overzealous cyclists.
If you see that on the news, please send along your condolences to my mother who upon being interviewed will wail, “I told her not to run!”
“Because you were concerned about the heat?”
“No, it was just a general policy. Don’t go run.”
What’s everyone doing to transition to warm weather running? Do you set goals to get through it, like “I will live until September”? Cross train more? Pool running?