20 minutes of running in Atlanta was more then enough.

I’ve never seen so many cars or run in such heavy air. 

Even the most humid day on the Cape doesn’t compete with the soup that I ran through this morning.

It didn’t help that I had 4 hours sleep.

It didn’t help that I had no idea where I was going, and in order to get there I had to cross multiple highway on-ramps during the morning rush hour.

It certainly didn’t help that I was running on concrete sidewalks that made my knees buckle and my hips ache.

Thankfully, this hotel has a great Fitness Center. 

After my 20 minute outdoor running experiment I gratefully entered the air conditioned confines of the fitness center and spent 45 minutes riding the bike and hitting the weights.

No more outdoor running until Thursday when I’ll be back home where I belong.