When I left the house for my 3.1-mile run this afternoon, it was 108.1º Fahrenheit. When I returned, it was 107.6º. I love challenges. The harder something is, the more I want to do it.

Addendum: I recently had some trees cut down on the side of my house. This allows the sun to shine on the thermometer’s sensor, even though it’s covered by a piece of plastic. (The cover is not dense enough, evidently, to keep the sun’s rays out.) According to my newspaper, the official temperature at 1:00 yesterday, when I finished my run, was 97º Fahrenheit, so the “107.6” I saw was inflated. I have replaced the cover, so from now on I should get accurate readings. By the way, the official high temperature for the day (a few hours after my run) was 102º.