Running in the heat: I deserved a margarita

My son Noah is in town and me and his mother, Nancy, promised we'd take him to the Fort Worth Zoo. Early. Before it got over 90 degrees.

So, for me that meant if I wanted to run, I'd have to be out the door before 7 AM

Mission Accomplished. But it was 78 degrees at 6:45 in the morning.

I didn't drink wine the night before running, but I had a lot of pasta and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to "top off" my glycogen stores.

Let me say this: That was too much food. I wanted to throw up running Saturday morning. Not only was it 78 degrees. But the humidity had to be 100 percent.

Still, I got through it. 8.58 miles in 1:19:39. A 9:17 minute-per-mile-pace.

Splits
1 - 9:38
2 - 9:03 (had a few swigs of gatorade and felt terrible)
3 - 9:02
4 - 9:28
5 - 9:09
6 - 9:17
7- 9:06
8 - 9:31
8.58 - 5:25

Lessons learned: I should probably eat my biggest meal two days before the long run, instead of 12 hours before a long run. Also: If I'm going to drink gatorade, it needs to be diluted heavily.

And finally: Kiddo doesn't care how tired you might be after a semi-long run in the heat. So, as promised, Noah got his trip to the zoo. (My sister, her husband, and their kiddo came with us). Afterward, I had the biggest Margarita I could buy at Pappasito's and slept for like three hours.