As I was out on my three mile run today in approximately 90 degree heat, I couldn’t help but notice how drained I got as the sun pelted down its rays on me. I wished for shade and wind as the sweat beads desperately formed on my forehead and neck. But the wind was not forthcoming and the shade was sparse.
I carried with me a 16oz water bottle that I sipped on about once every half mile. I wasn’t thirsty, but my body was growing weary. I was about one mile in when I told myself, “Stop.”
I’ve told myself that before when I was running. You have to ignore those messages. Running is almost all mental. Ignore what your body wants and keep on going.
After about my two-mile mark, I took another sip of water. I couldn’t help but think of a story I read on Foxnews a few weeks ago about a man who died of thirst in a Utah desert. This man was two days in on a 28 day journey run by the Boulder Outdoor Survival School. One hundred yards from water, Dave Buschow collapsed dead onto the ground from dehydration. All attempts to revive him failed.
I knew I was about ten minutes or so away from finishing my run. I knew a cold shower and air-conditioning awaited me. So when I told myself “Stop”, I could easily go on for just a little bit more.
As I finished my run, I took my cold shower. I basked in the coolness of my tower fan and air conditioning. I laid my head down for a quick nap.
A three mile run had knocked me out. Would I myself have gone through what Mr. Buschow went through? I wonder what might have happened if Mr. Buschow had actually made it to that water. I ponder this as I sit in my comfortable computer chair sipping on a Diet Coke.