FUCK! It was hot and humid. I'd prefer to be fucking if I was going to get that hot and sweaty!
I ran one of the many July 4th road races on Thursday morning. The temperature was already in the 80's at race start and the dew point was in the high 70's. This meant that the race was run with a heat index well into the 90's and low 100's by the end of the race. Fortunately, no heat related emergencies among all the runners but it was difficult to cool down after the race. It was hot at the start area standing in the crowd waiting for the race to start. It was hot in the direct sun and the running crowd. Eventually, the course went through areas that were shaded and the crowd thinned out.
The bad news was that it was one of the slowest races I've run. It wasn't much different than one of my training runs. The good news was that as each mile clicked off, I was slowly and slightly increasing my pace. But given the heat and humidity,it was probably an appropriate pacing. It took me a long time to cool down enough so that the sweat wasn't dripping off my shorts. Fortunately, I had a couple of large towels in the truck so that the seat was protected from my wet, sweaty body.
I looked forward to getting back to the condo to finish cooling off and washing off. I was tempted to take an enema bag into the shower with me, but chose to just wash off and then enjoy the slow, cool flow after washing the sweat off. I got my black 5-liter bag out and filled it up to nearly full and allowed the cool liquid to flow into me. After the second bag, I chose to get my amber 5-liter bag out and fill it and have it available to immediately to refill or add to the volume I was already holding. After four fill, hold, and expel cycles, I was comfortably cooled off and mellowed out for the afternoon and evening of fireworks.