We set a temperature record today. It’s April, and it feels like August. I’m supposed to be worried about snow and ice on the sidewalks, and instead we’re battling heat stroke and sun burns.
But wait… I’m getting to a point that is much more mundane than the weather: my run was a slog, and I want to blame the early heat when really, if I’m being completely honest, it probably has more to do with that this is my 18th consecutive run day and I’m just. so. tired.
Mondays are busy, so luckily I had just enough time to squeeze in a quick four laps around the local park. Claire played at the playground, waved at me at every pass, and then on my fourth flyby she was running for her bike, helmet hastily buckled, and racing me down the sidewalk in the direction of home.
It would have been cute, but I was blarg. Blargish. Blarg-g-g-g-g!
And I drank a lot of water when I got home. And summer… Summer is officially dreaded.