What a way to start a new month of running! Five a.m., temperature above 80, heat index above 85 -- and dawn is still an hour-15 away. Six of us really deranged Crackheads showed up, only to find our meeting spot occupied by a fishing tournament. So we moved a quarter-mile down and set out from there. Pat and I really tried to go out slow, drink a lot, walk occasionally. Pat set out his cooler where we would run by it twice, and we raided it for ice-cold water both times and stopped to rest. And even with all those precautions, and our gels and my four water bottles, we all crashed in the heat. My 15.66 miles took just about three hours. And all of us looked like we needed an IV when we finished. Thus ends my 45.66-mile week, my most ever -- until next week. Now, back to bed. So I finally get back up at 1:30 p.m. It's already 102 degrees outside. That ain't right, y'all. | 