9:45 p.m. 85 degrees, blast furnace wind. I ran with a heightened sense of hearing, listening for the clicks or whooshes of high volume sprinklers. At least every mile I stopped and soaked myself from head to toe. So surprisingly, this run was somewhat pleasant. I came home and had a zero hot water shower and chocolate shake to recover. It was quite an effort to get out the door, but I'm glad I went. I think the sprinklers shorted out my butt light.
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