My alarm went off at 3:30am this morning, but I somehow knew in my deepest subconscious that Mike was out of town, and we weren't going running today. I managed to turn it off and went back to sleep. I woke up again around 5:00am and witnessed a fantastic lightning storm going on outside. Nope. No running in that. I stayed awake and finally went running around 8:00am. It was still cloudy out and felt nice. I decided to run to the top of the RWCD Canal, which, as you can see, is a 7.3 mile round trip. It took me 2 miles to be completely drenched in my own sweat. Well, 2 miles until my shirt was completely saturated. And the sweat kept coming. I saw a few other runners out today, too. I saw an RWCD zanjero at the 1/2 lateral. I didn't stop to say hi. There's a little hill at the turn around point that I ran down, touched the fence, and ran back up. But when I got to the top, I stopped for a potty break. I don't usually do that. As I was heading back south I realized that I was not going to make it home before the sun came out from the clouds. Right around mile 5 is when it poked its head out. The warm rays started pushing the cooler air around, and it actually made a nice little breeze for a little bit. But then it warmed up, and the sweat kept flowing. I slowed down a lot those last two miles. I thought about calling my wife to come get me, but I talked myself out of it. If I can do this, I'll have no problem next Friday doing the Ragnar Chase the Moon.