After my lackluster longish run Sunday in which I jumped a fence and begged an apartment security guard for access to a toilet, I think this week might follow a similar vein. I ran today, but it was 80 degrees. That's really hot compared to the normal 50-60 degree weather for March.
Speaking of weather, guess what the forecast high is for Washington, DC on Saturday? FORTY. FORTY DEGREES. My tank top and shorts are no longer appropriate. According to a cool what should I wear feature on runnersworld.com, I should wear shorts, long sleeve shirt, a vest, and gloves at the beginning. I have plenty of shorts and capris, but I was dead-set on my tank and don't know how my other shirts will pass the chaffing test. That's a bad thing to find out race day, you know?
I'll run again tomorrow (after going to the dentist for my first-ever fillings) and maybe Thursday, and that'll be it until 7:00 Saturday morning. It will probably be 34 degrees and overcast. I'll be the blue-lipped girl in corral 4.