Drove down from Melbourne last night. Two hours, checked in, slept. Had a conference starting this morning and I wasn't gonna skip the run — it's on the training plan and I've learned that running before a full day of work stuff gets my head right.
West Palm is not Melbourne. The humidity hit maybe a mile in and I had to stop. Not injured, not tired — just the air felt like it had weight to it. Palm trees everywhere, ocean on the left, quiet roads. Beautiful, actually. But my body wasn't sure what to do with it.
Ran along the waterfront for a stretch — the city was still waking up, water completely flat, buildings reflecting in it. I took a photo.
Pace was 9:06. Total time 1:06:30. Not what I'd want at home but I'll take it in this heat.
There was one stretch through a construction tunnel — scaffolding on both sides, mesh covering everything. Weird contrast to the palm trees and ocean I'd just been through. Nice thing, then hard thing, then nice thing again. That's prob every run.
Ran most of it with tunnel vision. Didn't think about the conference. Just kept moving and let the heat do what it was gonna do.
Glad it's over. Glad I did it.
