the heat

At my folks this weekend (in honor of father's day) J came down and we ran from there down to the river. Once we got there though we decided that wet feet were too high a price to pay for cooling off, so we ran back and then drove to a local (lake) beach. It was a nice little run, a little over two miles, its one I used to do in High School on a fairly regular basis. There were a few new houses and several old houses that were for sale. So strange to think of that place changing.
This morning it was near 70 by 6am. y-u-c-k. I went out and did two miles early this morning and once I stopped I poured sweat. Summer has finally hit. Time to start drinking the water.
Dehydration is one of the scariest things I've ever experienced. I went to visit an old boyfriend in Vail, Co. once and got altitude sickness--one of the awesomer things about being at 8950 ft above sea level is how easy it is to get drunk if you aren't used to it. One of the worst things about it: you need to drink water constantly to stay on top of the hangover the next day or you'll pee blood.
So I try to be pretty good about hydration: I've had enough times where I was hung over and running too far (ugh.) Or hiking and thought "gee, am I getting a yeast infection or something?" and it turns out that no, I'm not, what I am getting is dehydrated. y-u-c-k: yuck. So, lesson of the day: drink up!