So, have you ever had your oven on broil and you open it, and think to yourself, "Man alive, that feels like the perfect temp to go running in!"?
Yeah, me neither.
But, those are pretty much the conditions here in Florida as of late, and for the past few days, it has been in the mid-90s with humidity and it feels like lake-of-fire heat. And that's not so pleasant to run in.
So yesterday evening, I went out for what I intended to be an 8 miler, but 2 miles in, I felt like I was gonna die. I pushed for another mile, but at 3 miles, I said, "Screw it. I'm heading back." Thus, I ended up only doing 6 miles, and I was so slow in the last two that I just turned off the Garmin because I didn't want to look at it anymore. And I worried it may catch on fire.
Tonight I plan on doing something short once the sun sets, but I'll admit, I'm not looking forward to venturing back out into the inferno. On the plus side, the temps in Denver for the Colfax Half this Sunday are moderate: high of 70 and low of 48. Sweet.