10K+ in 95-107 degree heat index
The dog needed to go out and I needed to bathe him so I ran with him. I hurried to get out the door but by the time we left the heat index was at 95 degrees. We went slowly, covering the 2.9 mile route at about 12 min/mile, inclusive of all stops. It was blazing hot so we had to stop repeatedly so that I could give the dog water and spray his head and back to keep him cool. After the run I slowly cooled him down with warm then lukewarm water for his bath. He seemed fine after the bath and he was inside. I just wanted to make sure I didn't overheat him.

I took a short break to cool down, drink some water, and water the garden. I decided to run another 3.3 miles to cover a 10K for the day and I wanted to do the first couple of miles at a decent pace because I wasn't running with the dog. However, the heat index was 105 degrees, which is dangerous heat, so I had to be careful. I drenched my clothes with cold water, drank a tall glass of really cold water, and brought a cold bottle of water with me. I started running at a decent pace but I knew better than to really push it. The heat was oppressive. I felt like I was running with a heavy, wet, hot, cotton quilt on my body and like I was breathing through a pillow filled with hot, damp cotton. Not the best of running conditions. I took it easy and throttled back and covered the first mile in 7:10. I eased up a little more and hit mile two with an overall 7:20 pace. Then came the hills. Hills in 105 degree heat = heat stroke. I didn't want heat stroke so I slowed way down. I added an extra leg so the entire route should have been about 3.5 miles but I logged it as 3.3 for a total of 6.2 miles (10K). I checked the weather right after I returned and saw a heat index of 107. After a cool shower and another glass of water I felt as good as new. Tired, but new. My foot feels okay too. I still need to keep the mileage down but it felt good to know that I could cruise on a very, very hot day and hit a 7:10 mile without trouble.

Last night just before bed T said he had to poop. He went into the bathroom and was quiet for a long time. J finally checked on him and started laughing. She called to me to come up and see what he had done. He was sitting on the toilet and he had taken his clean undies and put them over his head with one arm sticking through a leg hole. He looked ridiculous and he knew it. He had sat waiting for us to find him in his silly garb. Everyone started laughing so hard. I don't want to encourage clownish behavior but it was truly funny. And he had planned it all along.

R continues to verbalize more and more. His sounds are becoming more distinct and he sometimes seems to try to say complex words like "helicopter". He constantly asks for names of things by pointing and saying "dis?" R and T are learning to play with each other as R develops new skills.

Tonight we are having breakfast for dinner. I'm going to make a triple batch of my special fluffy pancakes (J taught me to make them) and we'll eat pancakes with fruit and sausage for dinner. Then we'll freeze the leftover pancakes (there will be a bunch of them) so that we can have them for a quick breakfast whenever we want.

I want to finish the chapter this week. I want it out of my life. Back to work.