Please come back average temps!

It was another hot (for Seattle) day, and I did go running in it. I made sure I was hydrated and properly fueled for it though. Still, it hurt, especially afterward. I was kind of in a daze for an hour or two after I got done. I think I might have been hungry, but it sort of felt like one of those times when I was lifting weights that I worked so hard I threw up. It's a special feeling to know that the only reason you're kneeling over the porcelain altar and singing the praises of Ralph is because you worked your body that hard. Even though I didn't pick up a damn thing, I still felt that special feeling of incipient religious devotion and praise. However, I managed to restrain myself.

I think I may have figured out how to work speed intervals into my running. I don't know how I missed this; it's so simple. The first and last mile of my four-milers are riddled with city blocks and traffic lights. So, Block A I take it easy - which probably means that I run my normal pace - and Block B I go for speed. I'll get in at least four intervals if I do it both on the way out and on the way back. It's genius and I'm an idiot for not figuring it out earlier.

Tomorrow... rest day. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I love rest days. And Saturday, well that's the 4th of July. There's a beer tasting festival at the Seattle Center, and I will be there. The chances of me doing my short Saturday run are extremely slim. My six mile long run on Sunday is in jeopardy - I'll take "Famous Hangovers" for 2000, Alex. We'll see.