I finally got out the door at 10:00am. It was 96º in the shade. So I did something I usually don't do. I carried a bottle of water with me. I was feeling pretty stiff and sore, and I was wheezing. But once I got on the Floodway trail, I tried picking up the pace. I was like, "Holy crud. Is this as fast as I can run now?" It's pretty sad. Anyway, I stopped after a mile and took a drink. After that I felt more loose and was able to pick up the pace even more, although it was still incredibly slow.