The chipmunk races me and wins: it darts ahead, pauses under the next car, then scurries across the sidewalk into the bushes. The rattling of ice in my bottle turns to gurgles within the first mile. Temps and humidity in the 70s keep the sweat dripping as I circle the office parking lot, attempting to accelerate. Like on 2010-06-17 - Parking Lot Laps, but not quite as fast, my ~1.5 mile loops go by in 14:42 + 13:21 + 12:04, pushing hard on that last one, heart rate ~165 afterwards.
^z - 2010-07-06