Cramping my style

Will it never end? This horrible heat, that is. Every time I step outside, it's like being hit by a tidal wave of ick.

I thought I would beat it today, because, for once this summer, I was in close proximity to Hart House, a university facility that has an indoor track. We do have another, better track at the Athletic Centre, which I suspect is air-conditioned, but students are not allowed there in the summer unless they're taking classes. Poo on them. But I figured, indoors is indoors, I know Hart House has lots of fans, and I'm sure there won't be many people there. How bad can it be?

Answer: BAD. I was right on both counts - the place was practically empty, the fans were all trying their darndest, but nothing could really stir the swampy air. It wasn't quite as bad as outdoors, as I was at least spared the sun beating directly down on me, but I still felt like I was in actual danger of getting heatstroke, and had to reluctantly cut my 4 miles down to a measly 4k. Boo.

I'm definitely going back to my evening run habit. It's just so hard to fit them in around working night shifts, and having a social life! I'm having trouble getting in three runs a week, let alone the four that I have planned for my half marathon training. Grrr.

Ah well - next week, I get to escape to the cottage for two whole weeks, where I can luxuriate in the lower temps and lovelier scenery. I was there this weekend in fact, and fit in a fantastic 7 miles on the winding, unpaved roads. It's about as close as this Toronto runner ever gets to "real" trails! Can you imagine it though - I had to run hills! Hills I tell you - what are these geographical peculiarities that insist on making one run up and down?! Very hard on me, I must say :) But it does feel good to run and breathe in air, instead of thick grey smog. Very good indeed. Four runs a week? Here I come!