For the record, it was 100.8º Fahrenheit (in the shade) when I left my house to run and 100.9º when I returned. Just two miles today. I picked up a penny during my cool-down walk. It was so hot that I had to move it from hand to hand very quickly to avoid being burned. Yesterday morning, my resting heart rate was 46. Today, when I got up, I weighed 154.5 pounds, naked. Why do people let themselves go? Three quarters of the men I see have pot guts, which is disgusting. Some of them wear long, untucked shirts to hide their revolting flab. Nobody is fooled by it. Don't even get me started on women. I'm 52 years old and in the best shape of my life. It's all about discipline.
Addendum: The official high temperature for the day (at DFW Airport) was 102º.
Keith Burgess-Jackson, J.D., Ph.D. 