I woke up early on Saturday. Five o’clock in the morning. Well, 5:15am, really. I know, sheer craziness. Not as crazy as running six miles after Texas has had time to heat up, though. I drove over to the lake, half awake and half eating an orange. I got going and once I reached the side streets that lead to the running path, I realized something: I couldn’t see more than ten feet in front of me.