Today's run felt as humid as this, though of course my landlocked city does not include a gorgeous beach view. All the humidity; none of the views. |
I told myself that my pace didn't matter; I just had to go out and do something for 30 minutes. It's difficult for my Type A brain to accept such an assignment, but I did make a concerted effort to take it easy. And if my heart rate monitor's data is trustworthy, I did relax my effort a bit. Both my maximum and my average heart rates were slightly lower than they were on my recent treadmill runs.
I'm hoping for a break in the heat to clear out the humidity and refresh the air supply. Though in July in St. Louis, this hope is probably more of a pipe dream...