and Summer Jogs

I forgot how hot southern summers could be here.  I have been hearing peoples’ complaints and thinking to myself, “It can’t be worse than the Honduran North Coast.”  It can’t be worse than a sunny, hot, humid, breeze-less day with no electrical power to allow your ceiling and floor fans to cool you off for a few seconds.  It can’t get any worse than that.  But, once upon a time, it actually felt worse… at lest to me.

A few Saturdays ago while husband took the kids on an outdoor adventure, I stayed home to enjoy a quiet morning.  Then I decided to drive to a trail along our city’s river for a 45 minute jog.  It was around 10:30 a.m. when I began; but twenty minutes later, I was exhausted!  I arrived to one of the bridges, slowly picked up my legs to cross it, walked halfway across the bridge when I realized I was too tired to keep on going.  That is when I decided to turn around.  I did never made it to the other side of bridge or jog the 45 minutes I had set my mind to jog.

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