You won't. You shouldn't.
I ran five miles this morning pretty fast in high 60s temps. 43:39 for a near record time over the course. I came home totally covered in perspiration from the humidity. I had to strip down in the garage to leave my kit near the washing machine. As I stretched, the doggies had a lick festival.
Poor Runner Susan sure got a dose of love and affection after her self flaggelating diet-ribe. We should all be so frank to release our demons, if we have them ... and they need to get out. I'm so glad she layed it out there. All good wishes and a secret wish that she recovers soon enough to come run Atlanta (either the full or half).