Texas has been in the nineties all week. The forecast calls for 104° tomorrow. These are hot days. Given everything else, I don’t expect the weather to do anyone any favors this summer. It’s been forcing short runs for me during the week – three to four miles. I try for eight-mile runs on the weekends, but five miles was all I could endure this weekend.
I start off fully dressed with best intentions. Halfway, I’m stripped down, baring my bloated, butt-white belly to feel the breeze on more skin. Completing a run in this heat is like playing a game of strip poker. My hair isn’t much better than my stomach. I’ve been cutting it myself all year. With Texas open for business now though, I’ve scheduled a tapered drop fade for Wednesday night. Maybe I can at least look good above the neck.