Fun run and heat stroke.

Okay, so I didn’t get heat stroke. But I certainly felt like I did! On Sunday, after brunch, I went shopping in Ubud and learned how to bargain. One woman actually commented, after I had talked her down from 70,000 to 40,000 rupia (a difference of about $4), “you are not a tourist”. I felt proud of my new abilities, but as the sun continued to beat down on my pasty white, sunscreen slathered skin, I began to get hot. Then I was hotter. I drank 1.5 liters of water, but was still hot.

Here’s the thing – I had signed up to run in a 5k, save the organgatans fun run later that day. At this point, I was thinking that I could not get any hotter. Ha. Little did I know. After a quick cold shower and a change, I was off to the run. Now, imagine me in tight black shorts and my black Sun Run training t-shirt, running through rice paddies in 31 degree weather with near on 100% humidity with Indonesians staring at me like I was insane. They were right. All I could think was …so…hot as the six year old girls in sandals faded into the heat in front of me. I nearly died, but I finished, and I was about the tenth woman across the finish line (of about 30 women in the race). Not too bad for my first 5k, though why I decided to do it in the tropics is beyond me. I hope those orangatans appreciate my 30,000 rupia and bucket of sweat.