I had my plan all set: Rather than run yet still another 9 mile run on Sunday, I registered for a 5K race that starts at 8am tomorrow. After that I planned to mosey on over to the NCR trail and get another 6 miles in to cover my 9 miler for the day. Of course, monkey wrenches had to be thrown.
Since it was raining pretty hard yesterday, my son's pee-wee football game was postponed from Saturday morning to Sunday. Of course, by the time Saturday morning rolled around the sun was out and things were drying out nicely. But the county, which owns the field they're playing on this year, is insanely anal about keeping the condition of it pristine. I guess they don't want kids to fall on the grass and bend it or something.
I can still run the 5K, but I won't have time to get the last 6 miles in before my son has to be at football. So I'm going to have to run the 6 tomorrow evening. That'd be ok, I guess, but maybe I forgot to mention that there's a "code red" heat advisory for tomorrow. They're forecasting mid-90s temps with high humidity.
The guess is my 5K is going to be hot, and not in the good way. My poor kid is going to be in full football gear playing in 90 degree heat. And I'm going to have to hope it cools down enough for me to get a decent run in tomorrow evening. Great.
The worst part is that Monday is supposed to be in the 80s and after Monday is supposed to be perfectly seasonal for the foreseeable future.
Just my Sunday running plans have to messed with. Thanks, God.