Day 46 - Exhaustion

Daily Total: 7 miles; Weekly Total: 45 miles; Per Mile Pace: 9:00; Days Until Marathon: 37

I want to slip onto a hammock and be fed periodically without lifting a finger of my own. I've hit the 45-mile per week stretch and I always seem to forget how much hunger and exhaustion accompanies this stage. Forward and on my legs go without a foreseeable repose. All of this combined with what has been one of the most scathing heat waves ever to affect Southern California in recorded history. Santa Barbara experienced a record high of 108 degrees; Los Angeles a record 113 degrees. I cannot wait until the temperature is more forgiving.

I feel like that Shel Silverstein poem "It's Hot!"

It's hot!
I can't get cool,
I've drunk a quart of lemonade.
I think I'll take my shoes off
And sit around in the shade.

It's hot!
My back is sticky,
The sweat rolls down my chin.
I think I'll take m clothes off
And sit around in my skin.

It's hot!
I've tried with 'lectric fans,
And pools and ice cream cones.
I think I'll take my skin off
And sit around in my bones.

It's still hot!

And I'm still sore... My boyfriend and I went for massages last weekend and the entire time I was wishing that the massage therapist could peel away each muscle, hang it out to dry, and then reattach it my bones.