It’s the height of summer here in Qatar and the desert is hot. Too hot for any running visits right now and in the near future, so I’m currently beating a trail in the city. And all too often on the treadmill too.
Deciding to move indoors is never an easy choice for any outdoor runner. Let’s face it the rolling road just doesn’t compare to the real road.
Hailing from more chilly climes, it was impossible for me to imagine what it would really be like until I actually came here. It’s comparable to someone holding a hair dryer, on turbo setting, in your face and shouting at you to run and breathe into it.
Last summer (2012), my first, was a near death experience. I attempted to carry on training as usual and ended up ill, with poor race results to boot. You cannot run at the same pace, while your heart rate is sky rocketing, and not struggle. And then to tip it over the balance there’s the humidity. If we weren’t in the desert we’d be in the monsoon season.
It’s the humidity us runners fear most. Your body just cannot cool itself, you’re sweating but the surrounding air is even wetter. Total killer, especially when you’ve just walked the last kilometer and your heart rate is still topping 160. Eek! And that’s when you decide, it’s probably time to head indoors. The treadmill calls!