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A heat wave that has smothered Southern Ontario for the past week has snuffed my running Mojo too.

“I’m melting! melting! Oh, what a world! What a world! Who would have thought a good little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness? Oooooh, look out! I’m going! Oooooh! Ooooooh!”

I bet you thought that was the Wicked Witch of the West talking, right? Well, you’re wrong. It was my pants…after my 16K run on Sunday, that is.

Yes, a heat wave that has smothered Southern Ontario for the past week has snuffed my  running Mojo too. Honestly, minus 21 seems downright dreamy right about now. The good news? This humidity has cleared my skin pores so well that Howie Mandell would eat from them… actually, maybe that isn’t such god news after all. Howie kinda creeps me out – albeit marginally less than David Hasslehoff.

Anyhoo, back to running.   Yes, the 42+ heat’s an obstacle, but I’m getting around it.  This week I’ve rocked the treadmill, scheduled a running date for 5:20am this Friday (I will be waking my friend by doing bird calls at her window) and, wait for it, started cross-training!

I know, I know, Crazy-Haruki would be horrified at my declining mileage, but I thought it was time to try something new. So, it was with a very blase attitude that I strolled up to my gym’s spinning class. I just ran a marathon, this should be a breeze, no?

No.

My butt has been screaming at me for longer than it did that time our company social secretary mixed up the terms “corporate bonding” and “corporate bondage”.  Lately, sitting down is as appealing as a Murder She Wrote marathon.  And the class wasn’t so pretty either.   Deciding I had never exercised before, let alone endured a spin class,  the instructor paid extra “special” attention to me throughout.  When I made a point of telling her at the end of the tortuous hour that I ran a marathon just over a month ago, I could swear I heard her say “of course you did honey.”

Humbling, to say the least.

Tomorrow night, I’m doing hill repeats with the bad-asses, if I can persuade my sore-ass to go. We’re doing it on in a “shaded” trail system, which should be a breeze, right? More like a tornado….

“Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.”

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