On Wednesday, July 4th, 11 am, the heat rises in a steamy shimmy above the lake. The mercury approaches 100 F. The humidity is relentless.
Our hero and Blackbird are on the Proving Grounds, cranking out lap after lap. He eases past roller-bladers, bicyclists, walkers, children, dogs.
At mile 28 of 35, there are no heroes, no velocitizers, no arch-rivals. Just heat and sweat.
He looks around, feeling lonesome. "This kinda sucks", he muses aloud.
He wipes his brow and peddles on.