Thank goodness the heat finally broke. Or so I thought! I hit the hills about 10AM; I had beautiful cool breezes. But humidity was high, high, high. By the time I finished my 6.42 mile hilly run to Top of the World and back, I was drenched in sweat. Seriously, my hair was as wet as if I had just washed it. My clothing was sopping. Awesome. It was a difficult run. But someone had to do it.
A little over a month remains before Twin Peaks Ultra. I will never be ready. But such is the story of my life. I will do the best I can.