Yesterday was my longest run since the Phoenix Marathon. Ernesto and I met at 7:30 AM with the sun faint behind a marine layer. That didn't last long as the temperature rose like coals on a Webber Grill. As Ernesto only ran six, he met me at various points along my route with a cooler. I was able to replenish my water and dump ice onto the back of my head.
Felt sluggish and slow; really had to push myself to keep going. Time goals were way off. But I'm running Chicago anyway.
A defiant 'ha!'
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