In an attempt to adjust to running in the warmer temperatures, I started my run a little after 8 am this morning. I had 12 miles planned. After 3.5 miles, I decided to head home and finish on Millie. About a mile from my house, there is a bank with one of those signs that tells the time and temperature. It was a little after 9 am and already 90 degrees. The heat just zaps all the energy from my body. And there wasn't a cloud in the sky and hardly a hint of a breeze to give me some relief. I think I may have even been borderline delirious most of the run because I didn't really think about anything but just kept hearing the song Call Me Maybe in my head over and over. And I wasn't listening to music. I would rather run all day in a blizzard than one hour in 90+ degree temperatures. I called my hubs when I got home and told him I might just lie down on the side of the road and give up during the St. George Marathon (in October) if it is hot again this year.