Early evening run up East Rock. It was still uber hot by my standards and I felt rubbish. Once my heart rate went up (hitting the 180s totally by surprise, not at a pace deserving of that HR!) it wouldn't go down, so just ran pretty hard as had to get back in time for grocery delivery. Think it's just the heat, I'm always rubbish in it for the first week or so. Tummy was being rubbish and heat blah too. Today I came the closest I have ever come to running into a car. Stupid stop signs. She stopped, then she stopped some more, so I went, and she started driving just about when I was in front of her car. Not cool. She was very apologetic but it was mildly scary.