Except...I started out without my spiffy white ball cap, and at .8 miles realized I needed it, so I headed home to get it.
Around 2 miles, I realized I was seriously uncomfortable, but I didn't feel sick, so I pressed on...though closer to home than I originally intended, just in case. I'm pretty sure that for the next 1.8 miles 90% of what went through my head was "It's hot. It's hot. Phck, it's hot..."
I stopped at McD's for a drink* at around 3.5 miles, sat down to enjoy the a/c, and then realized the mid-walk snack I'd brought with me was loaded with soy protein.
Guess who can't eat soy?
I strayed there for about 20 minutes, slapped some Moleskin on the balls of my feet, and then took off again, feeling much, much better, and not dreading the next 2.5 miles.
At 4.5 miles I was muttering "It's hot. It's hot. Phck, it's hot..." again.
At 5.5 miles I realized I was very close to the frozen yogurt place, and since my stupidity stuffed soy death into my Camelback and I was both hot and hungry, I stopped there for another break.
Surely frozen yogurt has some protein. And the sugar for carbs was appreciated.
I felt refreshed again, headed for home, and at 6.5 miles... "It's hot. It's hot. Phck, it's hot..."
All I wanted at that point was to get home. For .7 miles I cursed my wimpy self, being that whipped by 83 degrees.
When I got home i was greeted by a burst of cold air, a cat who was annoyed at having his nap disturbed, and a thermomter.
I feel less wimpy now.
*I do carry something to drink with me, but the bladder of the Camelback waist pack only holds 1.5 liters, and I've learned that's not enough...so I'm making use of McD's $1 drinks...