It was after noon.
It’s possible that I opted for a 15 minute-turned two hour nap after work today rather than immediately heading out for a run. So, when I came out of my sleep coma around 2:00pm, I looked at my weather app. She said it was a nice 73 degrees outside. So I put on my running clothes and headed out the door.
First, let me assure you that it was most definitely NOT 73 degrees at 3:00pm today. (For those of you good with the math, it’s possible that I laid in the bed catching up on my Facebook feed for an hour or so before actually getting up and going for a run…)
Weather chick lied. It was at LEAST 568 degrees. (With the humidity. The actual temperature was probably closer to 93 degrees. Still. Definitely not 73.)
Second, I think that sometimes it’s ok not to push your limits. I think sometimes it’s ok to see your limits coming (often in the form of dizziness, nausea, and possible hallucinations) and kind of acknowledge them from afar. Like, just a quick head nod or maybe even a little bow to let them know that you both recognize them AND respect them. And that you have no intentions of challenging them today in 568 degree weather.
My limits are safe today.
I may visit them again later in the week. And wave at them from a safe distance.
DONATE TO GIRLS ON THE RUN so girls have a chance to acknowledge and even push through their own limits…like more effectively than I did today.