We just flew the black flag at the aid station yesterday. For the uninitiated, a black flag means that it’s frakkin’ hot. Balls hot. Hot enough that you’ll be a heat casualty in no time if you’re not hydrating like a mo-fo. And if you’re wearing body armor, kevlar, or MOPP (chemical warfare) gear, you’re doubly screwed. Temperatures at TQ reached 115+ yesterday. It felt like God opened up his oven to check on his dinner–you just feel enveloped in the heat. It’s not even June yet.
Posted by: patrick | May 25, 2008
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