Uhhhh, maybe I should stay at the bar

Just getting in from the going away party of a former co-worker. We sat outside on the patio at a bar called 8.0s in downtown Fort Worth. Lots of young people. Lots of people sucking face. But the thing that got me the most is the heat: It's 11:26 p.m. on a Friday night and its still 90 degrees outside.

90 degrees in the dark, mind you.

In one week, I'm scheduled to run the El Scorcho race, a 25k (15.5 miles) race at midnight. And if its 90 degrees now, I'm sure it will be 90 degrees next week.

What was I thinking?

I can't run 15.5 miles in this shit, can I?

Shit.