It was one of those days. You know, where it’s 100 degrees, and you’re running intervals on a black track that’s so hot your feet start to burn through the soles. You decide to take extra rest after one of the intervals so that you can run to the far end of the soccer fields where there are sprinklers shooting cold water – pure, refreshing, revitalizing, geysers of relief from the relentless sun! – but just as you tilt your head back and leap in front of the gushing jet, the sprinklers shut off. Not so much as a stray drop of mist survives long enough to make contact with your skin. Defeated, overheated, and depleted, you go back to the black all-weather surface to suffer through the rest of the workout.
It was that kind of day.