I told someone today, “I don’t tolerate the heat like I used to. If that makes me sound old, well, I am.”
I was sitting at the Superweek registration table, dripping sweat while some young guys were signing up, looking perfectly comfortable. One guy had compression tights on. I wanted to rip them off. Aside from the dork factor, they were making me hotter just looking at them.
It’s not supposed to be this hot in Wisconsin. I recall wearing arm warmers at more than one of the Lakefront races in years past.
The past 3 days have seen race-time temperatures of 98, 97, 102. I’ve been wearing the same clothes to and from the races because I didn’t pack enough to sweat through clean clothes every day.
Today was the worst. As soon as the race ended I pulled up behind the support truck, got bottle of cold water and dumped it over my head as I gasped from the cold shock. After laying in the shade for 15 minutes and drinking everything in my cooler, I had to ride down to a gas station for more.
There I fund the new ultimate post-race-in-the-heat recovery drink: a 32 oz frozen coke slushie. If you can avoid the brain-freeze it not only gives you a sugar boost but immediately lowers your core body temp.
After drinking that I felt human enough to go pick up my $40 check for 8th place. That should about cover the week’s hydration bill.