Yesterday, a very generous friend offered to take both boys (she has one boy Jones’ age) so that I could go for a run. I took her up on it and headed out for a run around 2:30 pm in 86 degree weather. I had my handheld filled with berry nuun and didn’t push myself and it still sucked. Even going at a 10 minute pace was hell. After I got home, it took me forever to stop sweating.