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At at about 3:45 this afternoon, I remembered that I wanted to pick up a book at the Fine Arts Library on campus. There really isn't a bus that goes from my neighborhood to that building, and I remembered it was relatively cool and breezy, so I decided to walk over to that library. It was still a little breezy at 4pm, but it had gotten well up in the 90s, and I was sort of thinking this might not be the most pleasant walk.

When I got to Fine Arts, I was pretty sweaty and a little tired. At the circ desk, I remembered that I had a book waiting for me over at PCL, UT's main library, so I decided to walk over there as well. I pulled out a bandanna, wiped off my brow, and headed uphill to the other bibliotheque.

After I got my book, I read for a few minutes, then looked at my watch and realized it was happy hour at Little City. A half-price iced coffee sounded pretty refreshing, so I walked down The Drag to the other side of campus and got me some java. At this point, my sweet SEPTA baseball cap was completely soaked with sweat, but I was lovin' my iced coffee as I read a chapter out of my book. As six o'clock rolled around, I decided I didn't want to walk back home, so I headed down the block and waited for the bus.

I've marked my path, with notes, on Flickr:

I'd estimate I walked a little under two miles under the hot Texas sun, and, at the end of it, I felt pretty tired. I run further than that nearly every day, but I don't run with a full backpack and in the heat of the afternoon. I had also spent about two hours at the gym earlier today, so I feel alright about being a little tired.