Hot yoga, hot running...

Hot yoga this morning. Hot. I think I'm almost done with it -- I just don't really enjoy it enough. I want to enjoy it, but I don't.

Then a great, productive, if fragmented day. Then went out in the afternoon to meet Wil at the bus stop and run home. It was hot hot hot... we actually considered not running, but decided that we had to get home somehow. The Burke-Gilman was busy with bike commuters, but we hugged the right shoulder and just kept our heads down. We made it to Fremont and happily finished the run when we got just past the Fred Meyer.

Tough to run in the heat... still, good to get miles under our feet.