|Seen on a truck just before I stopped for lunch...it made me giggle a little...|
But then I hit 13 miles and the heat was starting to get to me, and I couldn't find any shade to walk in, so I headed towards home.
At 14 miles, just a mile from home, I thought I was in serious trouble. Nauseated, breathing hard, gut churning...I had deep enough doubts about being able to cover the last mile that I tried calling the Spouse Thingy, even though I knew the sound on the phone in the bedroom was turned off.
The only thing to do was press on...but when I hit the door I was about 3 different kinds of blah, and when the Spouse Thingy got up just fifteen minutes later, he strongly suggested I get into the pool to cool off.
Half an hour later, after twenty minutes in the pool and a few in the shower, i actually feel human again.
But definitely...this year the heat is my enemy, and the blisters not so much (though I did pop up a small one today, but some Second Skin covered by Elastoplast and it's fine.)
I'm taking tomorrow as a rest day, maybe hop on the bike for a bit.