To try to beat the heat I dragged my sorry night-person-self out of bed at 7:30, but it still took me an hour to get out the door... it was 66 degrees out then, very nice, but it quickly climbed to aw-dammit and was 84 by the time I got home.
Doable, but I'm still whining about it.
I'm still moving slower than I'd lie; I think my average pace is about 2.8 mph; I know I can go a lot fast than that, but I don't think I can sustain it over 6-7 miles yet, so I'll take what I can get. Tomorrow morning I'll probably do a shorter walk and shoot for pace, trying to squeeze 3 miles in under one hour.
You know the real problem with getting out earlier?
The frozen yogurt place doesn't open until 11.