Saturday 12 miles? Well, almost...

Well.  Today was supposed to be a 12 mile run.  It was unbelievably hot and a red air quality day.  Jacob came with me to do some work and then hit Forest Park to run.  We had run about 6.25 miles, when I got a text message from Selena, asking me to come home because the little kids were fighting, screaming and crying, and kicking each other, and wouldn't stop.  Sigh.  We happened to be close to the parking lot, so we drove home.  Everyone was fine when we got there.  Selena was apologetic, and said, "Do you want to go finish your other 6 miles?"  Well, not really.  So I made scrambled eggs with black beans, avocado and salsa for everyone, then we went back out, with the stroller, to Tower Grove to do the last 6 miles.  At noon.  We. Are. Idiots.  Hottest weather ever, and we ran in it.  Why we do these things, I don't know.  We have nothing to prove.  We're old and slow.  We could've waited until it got dark, and somewhat cooler.  But, we did finish 5 miles.  So we finished, miserably, sweaty and overheated, probably about 11.25 miles, which is going to have to be good enough for today!  Some days, you eat the bear, some days the bear eats you.  Today, we were hot hors d'oeuvres...