.....and I'm underselling it. Some of our lows have been the lower 80s. Our highs are the high 90s with a "feels like" heat index of over 100. Fun.
Like the frigid temps, dog walks have been very shortened. The heat is too much on the dog's paws and we have to carry water everywhere. I've been doing the one long walk before the sun rises.
Runs have been slightly miserable. Some are taking place inside on treadmills, but I'm still doing about half outdoors mostly for the social aspect....like last evening's pub run. Last one of these I fell down and go boom. Not so much this time.
If you go back in this blog - and I don't really suggest it - I'd bitch about winters. Not as much anymore. I find as I age it is the heat that more difficult with which to deal. At one point we considered retirement someplace warm like the shores of North Carolina, but that is off the table. A week a year in that heat is fine - more than that, not so much.
I've said this before too: running in winter, I can warm up in 0.25 of a mile. There is no cooling down in this kind of heat.
I have never been the guy who lays out at the beach or pool. I'm too antsy for that, and I don't know I was ever into getting a tan. 710 was when I met him. The idea of just sitting there seems crazy to me - even with people watching.
The above image I took when it was almost 100 - at noon. A young woman on a towel, on a black rubber track at the school. Not a beach. No water. No one around.....except the creepy guy taking her pic through the fence.
It's unfathomable to me to do such a thing - even if I was promised to be melanoma free. Good thing no one was running an 800 relay.
She probably had her squeeze bottle of baby oil.
Looks like we have a few more days of this at least. I mean, whatta gonna do?
Song by: Glass Animals
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