Aborted Park Hill Loop

Weird. I haven't run when it was warmer than 70 or so since last October. I just got in from quitting the Park Hill Loop, dialed up weather.com, and son of a bitch, it's 88. Also very windy. Today's garbage day, and there were olive-drab garbage cans blown all over the fucking place. I won't use the weather as an excuse. I just felt weak, tired. I ran and walked for three and a half miles, late with an internal dialogue that went something like, "Shit, this is no fun." "Well, go home, pussy." So I turned off the Park Hill Loop and walked about a mile back. My first three mile splits were 10:58, 10:57, and 11:20. I was out for 54 minutes.