I would like to submit a formal complaint to every deity that has ever been prayed to. I want to cover all the bases here, and make sure someone gets the memo. I would also like to CC Charles Darwin on this, just in case there is no intelligent design at all, and evolution has no hand to guide it.
Sweating is an inherently flawed mechanism. It works charmingly if the air or the breeze is cool enough to chill the moisture on your body...however, if the breeze is warm, or the air already has enough humidity in it to allow a fish to breathe comfortably, sweating does absolutely nothing. In fact, I would argue that it adds heat to your body by providing an insulating layer of warmth. At the very least, it does nothing more than make you feel sticky and disgusting, and give passing citizens a reason to judge you.
As I'm sure you can surmise, my run was a little toasty today. Running at 70 degrees is much different than at 50, or even at 60. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I'm thrilled with the weather. It does, however, reinforce to me that as soon as summer hits (or spring, at the rate we're going) I'm going to have to do these runs a lot earlier in the day. Up until now I've been doing them fairly late for the sake of allowing the temperature to rise as high as it could...pretty soon I'm going to be hustling out there at first light, just so I can get it done before the temperatures soar.
Panda is equally pleased by the weather. She loves it when I open up all the windows and the screen door for her, because she likes to sit on the sill and wail at the people in the parking lot. I've read that the Manx breed isn't supposed to be very vocal, but apparently she missed that memo.
Anyway, last night's chicken parm turned out well. Tonight we're going to do some mahi-mahi fillets, probably with something green on the side. I'm not a big fan of fish, but I'm trying to change that, since if I am ever to live in Hawaii it will kind of help. Living on locomocos and POG probably would not improve my health.
When I worked on a golf course, the really hot summer days would start cooking as soon as the sun came over the horizon. You gotta be out before the sun comes up.
ReplyDeleteOH MY GOD. I fucking MISS LOCOMOCOs. And Hawaii in general. God Dammit catching up on your entries is making me nostalgic tonight :(. And making me dread the summers of Maryland, which are probably not nearly as bad as your summers but when you adjust for heat-sensitivity will be equally miserable.
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