Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Hills, Heat, And Humidity... Welcome to Atlanta

We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we're curious and curiosity keeps leading  us down new paths.-- Walt Disney

When I left my building this morning at 5:00 am it was obviously dark but it was also overcast. I figured from my window it was probably pretty cool. Au contere mon frere, the air weighed a ton and the heat that landed on you wrapped you in a cloak of hot nasty with a promise to choke you out should you underestimate its power. As I wrote this post earlier my console told me that it was 88 degrees here in Atlanta. Steve Jobs told me it was 84 degrees in New York. I know it's only 4 degrees but I spent my entire life in the northeast and I've never felt heat like this. Trust me, today's weather was a welcome arrival compared to what I've experienced since my arrival from NJ.

Running in Atlanta has changed me. Not necessarily for the better or worse but change nonetheless. I am a more versatile runner more in tune with my body. I don't know exactly why this has happened but I embrace it. I embrace some of the new challenges. The one thing I don't embrace is the humidity.

After a run I look like I took a dip in the pool. I added an element for post-run called drip. I sit out on the terrace and drip dry for 10 minutes. It's pretty disgusting with a puddle beneath wherever I sit or stand.
 
You can't go anywhere down here without the experience of a will breaking hill. In New York or New Jersey you kind of need to search for the elevation for training. I get hill workouts right around the corner. Atlanta has made me a tougher runner... Sort of.


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