99 degrees.

The bank across from the Stratosphere, about halfway into the run: "99 degrees at 6:32 am"

OK, I take back anything I said about being excited to run the Strip. Lots of escalator overpasses to completely kill my pace. It was ok between NY, NY and Wynn, but after that it started to smell a little too much like last night's beer and cigarettes, and a little after that, piss. There was a serious fleet of runners out that time of day, though, and we all grinned and waved at eachother. It was the friendliest running crew I've ever encountered. Didn't even try for the pace run. Was faster than pace for the first few miles, then just settled in. I'm happy with it.

And... Happy Birthday, Judi!