If you’ve ever wondered what running 15 Miles on the hottest day of the year looks like, here’s a brief synopsis.

Pre-run: Expected high of 95 degrees today with a heat index of 105.  Yowza! It’s go time.

Mile 1: I am amazing.  I mean, really.  I realize I have only been running for about eight and a half minutes, but seriously, it does not feel that bad out.  I love running.  I feel awesome. I am amazing.

Mile 2: Ok, amazing might be a slight overstatement.  But, still, its the hottest day of the year so far and I’m out here.  That’s pretty badass.

Mile 3: A bee flew down my shirt and tried to attack me.  Apologies to the neighbors of Castlewood who likely thought someone was being murdered in the woods due to the screams. And now its time for a rousing game of Stick or snake? Pleasegodnosnakestoday, pleasegodnosnakestoday, pleasegodnosnakestoday…

Mile 4: Oh, light breeze, how lovely you are.  It’s really not THAT bad out here.

Mile 5: I really hope those plants brushing against my legs aren’t poison ivy.

Mile 6: Salted caramel GU is the best thing EVER.

Mile 7: Almost to the turn around…Oh man, I have to do that again?  Ugh.

Mile 8: Isn’t it time for another energy gel yet?  And if I’m drinking the water out of this vest, it should feel lighter.  Instead it feels like it’s now full of lead.

Mile 8.5: MY EYES ARE BURNING!

Mile 9: I hate this song.  I hate this song too.  I hate my whole playlist.  I should throw this stupid ipod into the Meremac. I hate summer.  I hate heat. 105??? More like 150! This is stupid.  I don’t want to run anymore. I hate running.

Mile 10: What is with all these snakes?  It’s like being in an Indiana Jones movie or something. Oh, wait, all sticks.  I’m just delirious now.  Where am I?

Mile 11: Garmin dead. These miles still count right?

Mile 12ish: Stick or sna…AHHH!  Snake!  Oh, nope, that’s just the biggest worm on the face of the Earth.  I swear that thing would set a world record.

Mile 13: Mmmmm, Apple Cinnamon Huma gel, how I love you.  You would be so delicious on ice cream.  Mmmm, ice cream….

Mile 14: My shorts are soaked.  If I didn’t have to pee I would suspect that I had already peed my pants.

Mile 14.5: Hydration gone. When the fluids are done, so is the run.

MIle 15: I love running. I am amazing.