Humidity = Humility
I am not surprised that these words are so similar. Just look at them! One letter separates the two. When it comes to running, the humidity is the one thing I am humbled by the most. Each spring, I innocently believe that I can keep my winter paces...that I can breathe that cold air and let my feet fly. I foolishly think if I only work hard, smart, or maybe even differently, the humidity won't affect me this time. And each year, it teaches me a lesson.
Alas, I continue to be humbled by something completely out of my control. Even more humbling is the fact not everyone seems as affected as I do. The lucky runners are able to adapt to the humidity. Some ladies I typically compete with will leave me in the dust during a summer race. Why me?
I eventually come to terms with the humidity every year. I have to. I remember that the only thing I can do is put forth the incredibly hard effort and be confident it will pay off later. I make myself focus only on positives: Yes, that winter race will be a piece of cake after this! What doesn't kill me makes me stronger!
Most importantly, I KEEP RUNNING. I put one incredibly humbled, sweat-soaked foot in front of the other -- over and over and over again.
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