Maybe it wasn't hot for Salazar or Beardsley (although their later runner careers would disagree) but it was hot for me. Maybe I went out too hard and maybe I shouldn't have sprinted back to the high school with my ex college coach an hour before the start because he forgot to bring his running shorts and top (that is another story- and he was a seeded runner who ended up racing in XXL gym shorts splattered with paint that he found in the gym and a t-shirt that I had as a spare). Anyhow the last 10 miles I drank every cup of liquid thrust my way and ate every orange piece handed to me and barely could run. I was seriously over-heated. I guess it was at least a hot day for me- if no one else. After eating all I could that night I was still 8 pounds lighter than I had been the morning of the race.