Like I was playing out my own little cinematic rendition of The Water Boy, I packed a small cooler of water and Heed to use for my long run today. Not realizing it had rained most of the night, I stepped out of my house this morning at 4:30 am only to be greeted with the worst humidity I have ever felt here in Gilbert, AZ. Despite the overwhelming thickness in the air, I made my way through the streets of town hoping that the route I had planned - which crossed several farming areas - would provide some cooler temperatures. Unfortunately, the only thing I gained was a slightly better smelling odor instead of the usual dairy cow - slash - feces - slash - sewage treatment smell.
I cut my route short to try and make it back to my stashed cooler because clearly, the 16 oz of water I had on me was not going to last. Like going on a long trip with the gas gauge on E, I coasted into my neighborhood literally sucking the last drops of water out of my water bottle.
I took 5 minutes to compose myself and reload on the fluids. I stripped out of my tri-tank and ditched my hand-held bottle and lamps to make room for my fuel belt. Thanks goodness I had frozen several of the water bottles...these were used mainly for pouring over the head rather than consumption.
|90oz of fluid wasn't enough|