Little fun fact, I live at 7200 feet. Which is 2,000 feet above Denver, and well over a mile high. It makes working out... interesting, to say the least. Olympic athletes come here to train for that reason. There's not much oxygen up in these parts (maybe that's what makes us a little crazy?) When you live in the mountains, 85 degrees is "hot". The 80s feel very different at 7000+ feet than they do at 500, 3000 etc... Normally we don't see those temps until August, and only for a week or two.
On my run last night, it was 89 degrees of misery. There are so many things altitude affects that you never realize, or think about until you live in it. (I'll have to do a post on that soon). But I was dripping in sweat, I was sun burnt after only 15 minutes and just plain wanted to die. Instead of just completely giving up, I forced myself to run home and complete 30DS. Even though all I really wanted to do was collapse on the floor in front of a fan.
If you follow me on IG (social media buttons are at the top of the page if you wish to follow along :) ), you probably saw that I completed my furthest run to date: 6 miles in 1 hour 3 minutes. I know that's not the greatest time to a lot of people, but I'm extremely proud of it. The running fever has definitely hit me and I'm considering attempting 10 miles in another week or two. Eeek... we'll see!
Last, but not least, I just bought these shorts on Saturday!! I have mixed feelings about this...