I live in Florida, so you’d think I would be used to this. But wow, it’s so very hot outside.
For those that do not live here, and have not visited, Florida has a wet heat. It’s like walking in a thick soup that sticks to your skin. When I was in Illinois for a few weeks, coming back felt—and I mean this was eerily accurate—like being slapped in the face with a wet towel when the elevator doors opened.
And now, as I’m running every day that I can, I’m moving in the thick of it. And I got to tell you, it tuckers me out sometimes. This is not the first time I’ve dealt with this. Heck, I’ve gone running in the Florida summers, which is even more intense than what it is now. But still, I am sleepy from it. I pass out when I go to bed each night.
But the cool thing is, as insane as the endeavor might seem to someone from the outside, I know I can become used to it. I’ve done it before.
It’s the few weeks of this that’s going to be the tough part. It’s the transition that’s going to suck.