Crying uncle

Gross.

95-ish percent of the time I'll choose to run outside all summer as long as it's not pouring rain. Last summer, I think my record for running was in a heat index of something like 112°. (And there was one other crazy runner out that day.)

I just did not feel like dealing with "Feels like 96°" today.

I was running a bit late work-wise anyway and it was later than I would have liked before I got into my running clothes, so I just hopped on the treadmill for a few easy miles. I got to three before I nearly keeled over with boredom, and that was including watching a movie on Netflix to help ease the pain.

But I still got my miles in.