Miles 146-148: Hot! Hot! Hot!

I was tying my laces when James returned from his run panting, dripping with sweat, and repeating, "It is HOT out there."

I should have listened.

But, no, instead I thought I'd do a fast three miler. I figured I was wearing appropriate gear, there was a nice breeze, I'd be fine.

I sprinted off quickly, feet connecting solidly and my form strong, went around the first bend and - WHAM - my nice breeze was suddenly a fierce wind. After the first mile, I, too, was panting and feeling the heat and wondering if I made a mistake going out so quickly. By mile 2, I knew I had made a mistake as I watched my pace slow by 20%.

My mouth dried up and my tongue felt thick, my legs felt wobbly and my feet unsure, my face burned and dripped, my stomach revolted.

I hobbled home, grabbed some water, and sat on the porch. A freshly showered James came out and sat beside me.

"Well, how was it?"

It was HOT.

Miles 146-148: 3 sloppy miles in 85°F and 10.5 mph winds