I hate humidity. Growing up in Florida, you would think that I built up a tolerance for humidity, or at least a mutual understanding.
I haven’t. I despise it. Every time humidity rears its ugly head (which is more often than not here in the Sunshine State) my hands get clammy, my hair instantly goes from straight to crazy and my very carefully applied eye makeup starts to make it’s way down my cheeks. My sweaty cheeks.
When I started to run a couple of years ago, I found all new reasons to dislike humidity even more. I sweat more. Breathing becomes difficult. Running gets harder.
Since it was raining this morning, I opted to wait until tonight to run my four miles. Lucky for me, Rox joined me so I had lovely company. Unlucky for both of us, we ran in 75% humidity.
Rox had super sore legs from strength-training, and my legs were still recovering from my weekend of hill runs so already we were dragging a little. Toss in hellish humidity and our 4-mile run became the longest run ever.
Here are the stats:
- Distance: 4.07 miles
- Time: 46:58.05
- Avg Page: 11:31/mile
We did the first two miles without intervals. But it felt like we were running soooooo fast, so I started to take random walk breaks to catch my breath. Turns out my Garmin said we were not running fast, but we determined my watch had to be wrong. Surely we weren’t out of breathe running 11:31 miles!? Oh wait, yes… the humidity…
When I came home I noticed I had a heart-shaped sweat mark on my lower back, but Donnie wasn’t home to get a pic for me. Don’t worry, I didn’t let that stop me. Here’s me capturing my sweat in all its glory in my bathroom:
Awkward bathroom self-portrait. I sweat pretty!
This picture doesn’t do my pretty heart-shaped sweat justice, but you get the point.
How do you fare when it comes to working out in humid weather?
I Sweat Pretty 
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