I had to go to Madison today to pick up my race number. We decided to make a day of it. So about 9:30, I'm getting stuff in the van, running up and down the stairs, and thinking, "Gee, I'm kind of tired. And sweaty. And tomorrow at this time, I'll be halfway through my run." Oh, joy.
So, we went to Madison, and stood around in the heat at the World's Largest Brat Fest. Then we went and walked around in the heat at the Henry Vilas Zoo. So now I'm tired, cranky, and I have to run a marathon tomorrow. Predicted temperature at start time: 67. Predicted temperature at noon, when I might be finished: 84. What in the world was I thinking when I signed up for this?