So, on a similar note, I decided at noon today to go give Mt. San Bernardino a shot. Hmmm...it turns out it was 96 degrees in Angelus Oaks when I started...which is maybe 20 degrees cooler than Skyline. In my defense, I was expecting the low 80's, but, as we have so often said, you have a certain amount of momentum when you get to the trail head. Anyway, I felt fine for the first couple of hours...then my Spidey senses kicked in and said, "If you don't turn around right now this will not end well." Fortunately, this was not my first rodeo so I turned around right then and there. No Peak. No speed goal. Just turned around... I got back to the car just fine, feeling a little funny when I got there, then drove home. I weighed when I got home, and even though I drank 100 ounces while on the trail, I was 7 pounds lighter than I was when I left. In ultramarathons they stop you WAY BEFORE you lose 7 lbs! That heat can suck the life out of you like nothing else, even if you are trying to drink as fast as you can.
Even if you are in decent shape and drink like a crazy person, you need to already know from years of experience the signals that your body will send you if it is in trouble. And you need to listen to them. If I had gone on to the peak, you'd probably be reading a report about how some idiot did a trail run in the heat of the day and died/had to be rescued. This is a very tricky summer with suddenly extreme temperatures that you wouldn't expect normally. I did a "safe" high elevation, normally predictable run, and had to abort. It's crazy out there. Extra caution this year, above all other years, is a good idea. I'm just glad that I already knew what, "You're about to die horribly" feels like!

It would feel much worse on the "Last Error I Ever Made" side of the experience.
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