I'm having hot flashes.

Today's run:
Couch to 5K Week Eight, Day Two
2.86 miles/41:10

Remember when I was whining endlessly about how cold it was in Colorado?  I must have angered the gods because suddenly, it's a million degrees outside.  Hello summer!  What happened to your old friend spring?!  I got up this morning around 8:30 and thought I'd be fine.  I was incorrect.  It was already too hot for my pansy self, but I had some breakfast and got out the door by 9:30.  Let's be honest... my run was this all over again...

Only much sweatier.

I have a renewed respect for all the runners of the world who deal with insane temperatures, like this awesome girl, or... you know... the Kenyans.  And on top of it being a wee bit too hot for my taste, I also rushed out for the run way too quickly after breakfast, and thought I was going to have some serious issues partway through.  But that's enough whining.  I did it, I burned some calories and got some sunshine, and now I can relax in the air conditioning for a while.  Aaaaaaand... it helped that I immediately Googled "bad run" and read several articles about how every runner has bad days.  I'd be so depressed without the Internet.

On a completely different note, I was reading SkinnyRunner's latest post this morning, and was intrigued.  I definitely have an "everything is so amazing!" Facebook friend, who generally makes me ballistic with her status updates.  Don't get me wrong, I love seeing happy Facebook updates, happy blog entries, and happy people... but do you have to be happy all the time?!  

I think I fall pretty much on the other side of the spectrum with this blog.  I mean... you've seen the pictures I post of myself...

It ain't pretty, kids.

But I never want to be the Debbie Downer.  I might whine about my workouts sometimes (erm... nearly every day), but I'm still grateful for them.  And at the end of the day, even if my run sucked and I handle heat about as well as a polar bear, I have a great family, great friends, the most supportive boyfriend ever-of-all-time, and enough nail polish to keep me happy for eternity.

What do you think?  Would you rather interact with someone who reveals the good with the bad or a person who always sees everything through rose colored glasses?
I mean... if you're reading this... you clearly are okay with reading about my inability to wash my hair and resist Oreos, so you must be okay with mere mortals.

And speaking of my inability to wash things... while I am seriously loving the Mission skincare line, how the heck do you wash this stuff off?!!  I just spent a good half hour in the shower trying to get all of this sunscreen off my face, and my face is still sticky.  Also, I think I just found more of it behind my ears.  

So who wants to hang out with me today?!

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