Great news, readers! I’ve crafted a little something special today. I’m pretty sure I can just repost it daily for the next several months. This is going to save me so much time!
Because until further notice, every day is going to start out like this.
Followed shortly by this…
….and then this.
During the final half-mile of sweaty torture, I’ll start fantasizing about my favorite post-run treat….
…and then begin cursing anew when I remember that it’s only 7 AM.
At least there’s another form of ice-cold indulgence waiting for me.
Dear God: thank you for creating Freon. (Er…maybe that was DuPont. Whatever.)
So, yeah. I really, really hate running first thing in the morning. But it’s an unfortunate inevitability of warm weather out here. It’s either the alarm clock or the treadmill. The alarm clock wins that one – but only by a frizzy, humidity-enhanced hair.
Looking back, I am pretty sure that I wrote this exact same post in 2010, bemoaning the arrival of hot weather and my new morning running schedule. Last year, I lived in NYC. Last year, I wrote this post in July.
Have I mentioned that it’s only April?
I guess that’s what I get for moving south.
Sigh. It’s going to be a long summer.