Back from Yuma

I got back from Yuma, Arizona this morning. I flew out there on August 22. My plan was to drive back to Huntsville with my Marine son, Timothy, who was coming home on pre-deployment leave. the Marines sent him to California for a week and he was not able to leave until August 29. Since my ticket was non-refundable, I went out there anyway and spent a week with my daughter, Mary, her Marine husand and the two grandchildren. I had a great visit, watched a lot of cartoons and changed a diaper for the first time in many years.
Timothy and I left Yuma at 8 a.m. yesterday, drove straight through and got to Huntsville at 8 a.m. today. I was like a Zombie when I got home. I got a little sleep in the truck, but we made sure who ever was driving was wide awake. The scary part of the drive were the deer. They were everywhere along I-10 and Hwy. 290 in Central Texas. We passed at least 100 next to the highway and at one point, we had to break for one in the middle of the road.
I stayed on the small Marine Air Station in Yuma while there and, of course, got in a run everyday. Even though, I ran once in the morning, most runs were in the evening. I never ran in less than 100 degree heat and on Thursday, it was 116 when I ran. Obviously, it was a dry heat, but heat is heat.
I ran my 2.9 mile loop this evening in Huntsville and I felt very sluggish.