...all in the same 72 hours. Friday I swam & Saturday I rode, so I thought it only appropriate that I run on Sunday. I showed up to the Sunday morning long run with idle thoughts of something in the 6-8 range. It's not time to start ramping up the long run yet, but I'd be happy to have a solid 8 going into training. A friend showed up who was recovering from injury and was planning on 6, so I figured I'd do 6 with her and then decide if I wanted to tack on any extra. We headed down the tow path towards Georgetown, and it was hot and steamy and even at 7am, being in the direct sunlight was rough. By the time we turned around, I was really regretting my decision to leave my handheld water bottle in the car ("It's only 6, who needs water for 6?" I'm a genius). By the time I hit 4 I had to stop and walk. My HR monitor doesn't work for some reason, usually showing my HR somewhere in the mid-200s, but this time I believed it. Whew. I was