Quite simply, I got my ass handed to me this morning in my (supposed to be) 12 mile long-run.
Heat index was already in the low 90s when I got underway, and from there mother nature just repeatedly kicked me in the crotch as I tried to grind out the miles.
As I've said several times before I love running in the heat and working up a good sweat, but today the heat gods decided to smite me, and smite me good. I'll break down the run a little later, see what I can learn, and move on to the next one. Still better than not being able to get out there and even try, which is where I was a couple months back, so I'm not going to worry about it.
Good news is that with all that time out there flailing I was able to test-drive some more throwback training tunes, and should be able to pass a few along this week. Week 2 is off to a rough start, but I'll get my revenge.