I think saying it was hot would be an understatement.
More like brutal. And scorching. Sure the thermometer read 80 degrees, but it felt so much hotter.
And it was only 9 a.m.
But I ran. All 5 miles, well except for the 50 seconds near mile 4.5 when my legs felt like absolute lead and it seemed like I was walking faster than I was running. But still. The 5 miles? It got done. I was a bit slower this week, 59 minutes compared to 58 last weekend, but I blame that on the sizzling temperatures and the nasty 20 mile per hour winds I was fighting during the final 2 miles.
My reward for running? I met a friend for lunch and then came home, popped in The Departed and did absolutely nothing for the rest of the day. I think I deserved it. Because did I mention it was hot today? Yeah, it was.