When I left the apartment for my 12-miler yesterday, I knew it was 68*, sunny, and breezy. I don’t know what weather.com’s definition of 68* is, because it felt so much hotter than that. I don’t know what it was, maybe the intensity of the sun or something, but man did the heat get to me! And because I was “only” doing 12 miles and it was “only” 68* and I was running along a path with drinking fountains, I left the fuel belt at home. I should have brought it, because the last few miles (coincidentally, a stretch sans eau), I was sluggish. And I was salt-encrusted – even my watch had a white crust. If I were a red snapper, I’d have been delicious. This run officially kicks off the must-set-alarm-for-6-on-Sunday-to-avoid-heat phase of summer marathon training! 12.3 miles in 1:52:32 (9:08 min/mile).
Hot!
Bank of Erin 
I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone refer themselves to a red snapper before đŸ™‚ I hear ya about the heat & humidity. On Saturday’s run, it look like I had been swimming … but no swimming just running 11.5 miles. I’d also like to insert a giant smiley face for your above post!p.s. even though we “talk” everyday I’m still going to badger you with blog comments!
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