Blazing hot. I'd already been outside for 2 hours measuring and painting the beer mile course in my running gear. Since I was messy, I went on and ran around the neighborhood rather than drive anywhere else. It was a fairly enjoyable run until the middle of the last mile. Then it felt like my body just ran out of fluids, and I was desperate to get home for something to drink. I came in, chugged a Gatorade, then went out and jumped in the pool. The water was 90*, but it still felt good.