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Salty sweaty summer runs

Hi y'all,

This country, much like me, seems to be all or nothing in everything. When it rains...it RAINS, when the cold kicks in your butt will freeze off, when spring visits life blooms around you and when summer decides to make an entrance you better believe it is a grand one. Holy smokestack the weather pulled a 180 and I'm running in shorts and tops again. Loving the summer heat as long as it will last because trust me: the flatlands won't make you enjoy this for too long. Dutch summers are typically wet, grey and not warm. The summer we get to enjoy is about 2 weeks in May and then some around September but hey...I am currently stacking summer joy memories so I can go around telling everybody about our amazing Dutch summers like all the other misguided reality challenged ones around here.



Look I have to admit running in the summer heat isn't my favorite time around. Trust me I love heat, summer, beaches and ocean but running in heat I am not a huge fan of. My head has trouble losing my body heat so when temperatures rise my body needs a little time to adjust and the only thing I can do is just slow down a little. If I don't slow down I risk overheating and that is a serious problem. I have been overheated in runs before and it ain't pretty so I have learned to slow down and just enjoy a pace I can keep. Furthermore I make sure to drink enough. I never ever go out without at least a small refilable water bottle. Before and after the run I make sure that I keep drinking enough. That means I drink about 250ml of isotone sportdrink before a run and the same directly after. In between I drink water and depending on the distance I might drink more isotone sportdrink.

It just so happened that today is a particularly hot summer day and I was in for 12km slow aerobe threshold run. Good for me because that meant I had to run at a very slow pace. The love of my life went with me and he carried all the water on his bike. I love to run with Sander biking next to me and I'm sure I have told you this before but for me those long runs with him next to me are precious because we get to talk about all the stuff we wanna to talk about. It's our time together after a hectic week juggling work, family and training sessions. The only thing I need to be vigilant of is that I am not speeding up but today that hardly happened. The heat took good care of that. Each and every 3d km we stopped for a water break and I would immediately hide under a tree spreading my arms catching a breeze and cooling of by letting the sweat on my body do it's natural work. It was awesome. And the best part? Coming home and noticing that the sun has tanned your body, bleached your hair and makes you look rested and beachy.

Marathon training has begun and I am thrilled to have my long runs with the love of my life back on my schedule. My fundraiser is in the making and I will keep you posted but for now I'm just gonna enjoy what little summer we have and I strongly suggest y'all do the same.

That's it for now, until we read again,
As always, love Marlies

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