This run was the ultimate test. Temperatures reached 105 degrees Farenheight and it was almost unbearable. Luckily, I found a spare shirt (albeit a black shirt) in the trunk of my car and I used it to cover my head for about 7 or 8 miles. Did I look creepy? Probably. Did I care? No. Summer in Southern California is no joke. #38 in the bag – not my favorite, but I’ll take it.