11.1 mile slog in the midday sun, 85 degrees, 70% humidity. Never have I sweated so profusely, seldom have I been so discouraged, just wanted to stop after 6, almost all I thought about, all desire retreated, I don't believe I can run a marathon anymore, how did I ever run a 6:37 pace half marathon last March, it was a fluke. As much as I thought I disliked running in the cold, my performance is apparently much elevated in that environment; I'm not dealing well with the heat. Screw it. I'm going out eat some salmon and drink some red wine.