The Heat Will Not Win

My run this morning was proof of that. The heat and humidity will NOT wreck my Sunday morning runs. I am not a morning person. Never have been. Never will be. But this heat and humidity, a strange partnership of demonic portions, has transformed me into a morning runner. This morning as I started my 7:45 am ritual, I thought about how just a few months ago I would tuck my water bottles under my vest to keep them from freezing. Now my h2o overheats because there's no cool place to hide them. Powerade warm is pure punishment! But today, I embraced the heat (not really, I sucked it up!) and managed to eek out a 10-miler in 1:46. So take that, August. You will not beat me!