1. 4:30 AM is not too early to get up to run in this heat. 7:30 AM is, however, too late.
2. Mile 1.0: two purple socks on the bridge, and a plastic Smurf head the size of a dinner plate. I can't be hallucinating already.
3. Hills, hills, hills.
4. 85 degrees is a lot, when coupled with that much humidity.
5. More hills.
6. There is no such thing as too slow.
7. Walking counts.
8. Look. A hill.
9. A shrub's worth of shade can make a world of difference on the ass end of Higginsville Road. Start planting trees at night.
10. Now I know I'm hallucinating. Because there's Jimmy Two Strokes, doing his Mile 22 Dance, like this:
11. She who does not start out a run like this without a wet bandana on her head is a dumbass.
Fortunately, I was not hallucinating. It really was my mommy, leaving for work. Which meant that this was my house. Hello, house. Can I kiss you? Can I kiss the hose whot makes cool water run down my head and neck so that I can feel my feet again?
Recovery time was quick, which meant that I wasn't really going to die, it just felt like it. Which is good to know, in retrospect.