Demoralizing run

What is with this wacked out weather?  On Sunday I did my long run in 21 degree temps.  On Monday, I did 3 short miles in 61 degrees.  Holy shock to the system!  I’m not a hot weather runner by any means but it’s scary that 60 degrees made me feel like I was running through the desert with bricks in my pockets.  I hope it was just because the change was so sudden.  Here’s the thing…I’m contemplating a fall marathon but if 3 miles in 60 degree weather has me near tears, how the eff will I complete an 18 miler in mid-August?  I mean, 18 miles scares me but the thought of 18 miles in August is absolutely, crap-my-pants horrifying.  I don’t know.  I really just don’t know what to do.  It’s something to ponder for the next few months.

Speaking of having a bad day, Primo was equally troubled this weekend when he was subjected to a bath: