So Saturday we went out to dinner with some friends. Good company except for the twins who were relentless and very clingy/needy for the very first time. Ate way too much Mexican food, so decided that I needed a run. So waited for the sun to go down and the temps to start dropping. Left the houst around 9:15pm with temps plummeting to near 90. Took the dog for the first 2 miles, before heading off for another 2.25. Good run, overall, except for the stuffed feeling.
Took another lunch run this afternoon. Remembered to bring a water bottle and glad I did. The bank readouts I past were reading 101 and it felt every bit of that. Man was it hot. I really need to get up and run in the mornings. Oh well.