Humid Memorial Day

I ran at about 7:30ish this morning and it was, in a word, humid. I ran 6 miles, with a walking spell every mile starting at the halfway point, and up the big hill. There was a 5k starting from the high school, but it didn't start until 8:30. I encountered the pack on my way back, and one woman and her couple of friends shouted at me, "Dude, you're running the wrong way!" I smiled. I don't think a 10k or half-marathon would have gone over too well on a day like this.