That’s right … lack of proper hydration leads to Dylanesque rhyming and usage of nonsense words. Let that be a lesson for you kids.
One is supposed to weigh oneself nude before and after the run, since most people’s clothes get fairly soaked and hold on to a lot of the sweat, thus defeating the weight-based determination of water loss. As tempted as I may have been to strip down in the middle of the weight room and hop on the scale, I could sense that most of the patrons did not share my enthusiasm. Apparently they still remember the last time. So I hopped on the scale in full running regalia, for a measurement of 193.6 pounds of fun. The temperature during the run was 78.9 degrees (amazingly cool by recent standards) with 86% humidity (very sticky out there this AM). I felt pretty good during the run, so I decided to push the pace to get the sweat flowing often and early. This actually ended up being the fastest 8-miler I think I’ve ever done: