OK, so there's been a bit of a revision. The triathlon this weekend has adjusted, too, with pushing the start time to the earliest possible (think sunrise and being able to see swimmers in the water). I've never seen it like this. This is so brutal, we might as well move to the Empty Quarter.
Do you know what 107 feels like, with 25 mph winds? Better start going to church, because this is a precursor to hell!
For our European and other Fahrenheit-challenged friends, here's a conversion chart:
In other words: It's fuckin' hot!